Most people meet Anna Maria Island the same way: They pull off Gulf Drive, kick off their sandals and walk down to the shore, sand so sugary and white. They stand there a minute. Maybe snap a photo and admire the clouds at sunset. The breeze comes off the water just right, and it feels like enough. It is enough, for most people. But the beach was never the point. The beach is just where the story starts. I have a confession. I cannot just look a…
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