What could be more delightful than summer time on the North Shore? But suppose looking out to sea from your boat, you saw a shimmering oil slick. Suppose as you watched your child build a sand castle on the beach, the approaching wave glistened with oil. Suppose the raucous seagulls were unable to take off, their feathers coated with grease. And suppose the Hannah Glover had to plow through poisoned waters to take your children off to Children's Island.
All of us depend on the beauty and bounty of the sea - we are all Gulf residents.