Good morning!
It’s Tuesday, and I have a fascinating factoid to share with you. See this piece of seaweed? It’s five years old.
How do I know this? Did I ask it? No, because I happen to know that seaweed doesn’t like talking to humans. Does it carry a tiny birth certificate in its back pocket? No. Seaweed hates pockets.
The secret is in the floats, those b…