As I ate tofu ravioli br at my sister’s place br the phone rang br Annie answered br a moment later saying, br “Shark attacked Navin.” br “What? ” said my sister br grabbing the receiver. br Five minutes later br she told the story of how br her eighteen year old son br Navin had been br zooming on his jet ski br when he lost control br and flipped off br sadly the machine sped away br as he bobbed in the water br the current too strong br for him to swim after it br so he screamed for help br but ten minutes later br tired of howling br he simply quivered on the open sea br as four hammerheads br crisscrossed in front of him br but a yacht soon showed up br hauling him out: br the Captain br dubbing Navin br Shark Man br because not one br even nibbled a toe. br The next day br my sister called saying, br “Navin made a grand last night.” br “Oh.” br “Dave Eickwort br owner of the Banana Peel br read the article br called Navin br and offered him a job br as a male stripper br so he prances on stage br wearing a fancy shark skin suit br then peels it off to Mambo music br with women stuffing br hundred dollar bills br in his jock strap.” br I said proudly, br “The young lad’s br found his true calling— br a rare accomplishment br in these days of turmoil br and confusion.” br “But is there a future br in stripping? ” asked my sister br always worrying br even when br good fortune br appeared br this time br via br four br not too hungry br hammerhead sharks.