In the summer you run around looking like hell. You’re soaking wet in various states of dress. You may wear shoes, but often you wear bedroom slippers or crocks. Sand is flaking off your forehead as your sunscreen evaporates, putting little scratches in your sunglasses and getting in your eyes. Your neoprene smells, everything else has holes. The stuff with holes you wear to the grocery store. You’re nails are chipped and your muscles ache, but you hardly notice as you crawl into bed. Blacking out has nothing to do with the symmetry of a bottle of Jameson. It’s fun to wake up and look out the window. Your kayak is still on the car.In the winter, you blow dry your hair.

*P.S. Best Wishes To Ginni. . .and her new love!

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