What an odd contraption the mind can be. As I fought legitimate hurricane-force winds during an into-the-gusts, 1.5-mile hike between Ship Bottom and Surf City (see related video at thesandpaper.net), one would think my mind had better things to do than taunt me with a suddenly vivid image of a breakup I had with a little red-haired girl. I was in something like junior high. With oddly menacing brown eyes, she said, “I’ll get you for this if it’s the very last thing I ever do.”