'Should I put the palm trees on a steeple on top of a tall skyscraper?'
'Just a minute now, Grandpa, who ever heard of palm trees growing on a
steeple on top of a skyscraper? That would be silly. Forget it.'
'How about in the middle of a freeway?'
'C'mon, Grandpa, be serious. A palm tree wouldn't last long in the
middle of a freeway. Cars would bump into it all day long. Nope,
freeways are out, too.'
'By the sea? By the sea? By the beautiful sea?
'Hm, that's a possibility.' Long pause. 'OK, let's go with it.'
'Check. Keep in touch. Over and out.'
'Grandpa?'
'Yes?'
'You and Grandma. Love ya.'
A picture began to form. Three palm trees close to each other on a
beach. They have thick trunks and huge fronds. One palm tree is a
coconut palm, another is a date palm, and the third is a banana palm.
Little waves tumble over each other to the shore, and some distance
behind them are rolling waves and a white, churning surf. Beyond the
surf is the endless sea. A summer breeze is blowing, raising whitecaps.
Two small islands are far out where the sea meets the sky.
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