days, the only developed beaches were between 21st street and 25th street." He pauses, and looks at the gentle surf, the combed beach. A sheriff's department lifeguard comes by and picks up an umbrella. There is the smell of coconut oil in the air, and the perfume of sunscreens, and the dusty odor of sun-baked flesh. The breeze from the gulf is a gentle caress. A young man in a dripping bathing suit comes up. "I need a float." He clutches a dollar. Ducky tells him the time. "Pick up