Each year I spend a week at the beach with my family. This year, the destination is St. Augustine, Florida. My mom and dad have been giving my brother and sister (and their spouses) a hand herding my four wild nephews and this year, they have a new task — getting my two newborn nieces to go to sleep and stop crying. Needless to say, there is a lot going on and since I’m unencumbered, I have plenty of time to slip out and cast to my hearts content in the surf. The problem I am facing is: The surf is frikken huge, the current is raging and the beach is jam packed with kite flying kids, shell collecting geezers and health conscious joggers.