Shortly after moving to LA in 1992, it became my habit to pack my novel and folding chair out to the beach on Sunday mornings.  I would order an iced latte from the beachfront coffee shop and take it onto the sand in a tall styrofoam cup.  I can remember distinctly, the taste of sea salt on the rim of my cup when the spray would mist me, my book and chair.  It&#39;s a taste I doubt I&#39;ll experience again.