For the most part, stuff is safe here in the Cove. We're a small and close-knit community and people look out for one another. But every once in a while, what with all the traffic from the nearby restaurant and the high turnover of homes in the park, stuff goes missing, a bike or a kayak or, this time, a surfboard on the beach.
As this sign says, though, someone knows something about that stolen board. My favorite part is whoever wrote this note also knows about Paradise Cove's darker, seamier past as a smuggling site, which gave it its earlier name, Pirate's Cove. Tres cool.
And speaking of dark and seamy, here's the latest from Mark Gold of Heal the Bay, writing in his excellent blog, Spouting Off, about sewage in Paradise Cove.
Phone number in sign smudged via Photoshop.