Long story short, I found Captain Zero when I was picking up these seedpods one morning on the beach in Cocles. This, blew my mind because I was reading a book about him as Julie and I traveled around Costa Rica. My reading and my life met in real time. Later that evening we shared a couple rounds at the La Isla Inn with the Captain and his buddy, a very intense Canuck who worked oil rigs in the Persian Gulf. Fond memories....
The seedpods are lined with enamel paint, which are inset onto a slab off hemlock fir-ply. Simple, imperfect but potent.
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