I was down at the Texas beach and it was too busy to get full-on crazy, but you know me, I did my best to push the envelope. There was one car that slowed, almost to a stop, and then circled back around before deciding we had the best spot on the beach. That irritated ‘you know who’ but didn’t stop me from getting some racy photos. As they were setting up their umbrella and pulling out this huge kite, they kept glancing over at me and I, in my nonchalant way, smiled and bit my lip. Do you think that it was the camera or the fact that I was in blue jeans and a men’s muscle shirt that made them think there might be something going on?