Sunday, following the tennis, we went to lunch at Coconuts. After we ordered, I asked the young waitress what happened to the pelicans, which used to hang around the dock, and sometimes perch on the nearby yachts. I had noticed their absence the last time we were there.
"That’s a good question,” the waitress said, and then launched into Ogden Nash: “A wonderful bird is the pelican. His bill can hold more than his belican. He can hold in his beak. Enough food for a week. But I'm damned if I see how the helican.”
