Nipped off to the beach this afternoon with my wife—she’s sick and needed to get out of the house after being confined for way too long. I needed out too.
As long as you pick the right beach, it’s about the greatest place to get grounded again. We went to Crescent beach near White Rock, where families are still allowed and plentiful—whole families with babies, mother, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, grandma and grandpa; and it’s a place that mercifully is still almost like the old days when I was a young buck. Even the beach fish ‘n chips are the same as back then.
There’s this little engraved rock with a nice little quote from what I guess is a letter a little kid wrote to a friend back home from a nearby summer camp —in 1929— engraved on it. In case you can’t see, it reads:
“Oh boy
we get two plates of all if we want
my little brother got three helpings
& we are in the water all day &
there’s bonfires on the beach at night
& I like this better than Christmas
Sylvia
August 3rd 1929
Camp Alexandra”
This evening I looked up “Camp Alexandra” on the internet to see if by chance it stood the test of time. It did!
And of course the ubiquitous lone bench photo…
And when you come home, politics and all the players—even the biggest tops on the block—seem like real small potatoes.
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