“It’s tall, white, and mine!” Montapicho excitedly told the ocean, lovingly repositioning the towel draped over the back of his special chair so his back would not get too warm. “I’m the only person allowed to sit in this chair, isn’t that cool? This is a great chair. I’d give you the chance to experience the view and the comfort level but I’m not allowed. Lifeguards only. Sorry about that, just the rules of the job… cowabunga!!!!!”

At press time, Montapicho was staring wistfully at his empty special chair as he dragged a drowned swimmer’s body to shore.