I took this photo yesterday at the beach after my sister-in-law found an escape key from an old keyboard in the sand. I’ve been thinking all day about where the key came from, whether some traveler lost it at the beach or if it washed up on shore. The picture is kind of corny in that it’s a bit on-the-nose — all it needs is a corporate logo and a call to action. I find all kinds of things at the beach — but I can’t stop thinking about the strange and unexpected journey this little piece of plastic has made. What I love about the beach is that its always changing, it’s not a static place. Sometimes things are pushed up on shore and sometimes things are unexpectedly taken away. That brings me to this story, which I wrote several years ago when I lived near a different beach about 120 miles up the coast. A few weeks ago it was selected by Ben Loory as one of the Wigleaf Top 50 2014. I’m honored to be included. And remember: sometimes when you go looking for an escape you’ll find there is none.