Thursday, May 14, 2009


I grew up on the northern shore of Long Island Sound and spent my summers on sandy beaches. Countless sunny days were spent laying on an old army blanket in the sand listening to transistor radios on other blankets, all tuned to the same pop music station. Even in winter I would sit on the sand bundled in warm clothing with a cup of take out coffee and the Sunday newspaper.
The warm evening breeze would carry salt water perfume into my bedroom window. That same salty air that causes rust on vehicles can be a familiar summer memory.
Once again summer is almost here. My beach chair sits by the back door, ready for use. A few batteries for my radio and a tube of sunscreen, and I’m set.

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