The drive to the beach with Thom took us under the subway in Long Island City.
Buildings there keep popping up like reflective mushrooms with a dirty little pandemic secret: a vacancy rate of 60%. Do you want to share an elevator at least twice a day?
An amazing billboard, a sign of the times.
I won't lie. I looked forward most to the resumption of my swimming routine. The warm, shallow water of the Great South Bay proved more tempting than the ocean's rough, chilly surf.
Bad weather kept our guests home until Saturday morning. But they brought the mixin's for Aperol spritzes. Our hors d'oeuvres matched, of course.
Thom made a deelish panzarella salad for lunch on Monday. Don't ask how much the shrimp cost. The Pantry has never felt more like a rip-off, now that you have to rely on employee whims to fill your potentially vague order. We paid $7.98 for two ears of "bicolor" corn!
Randy, Thom and I visited Tommy & Victor late Monday afternoon.
We made it back to our house for the ho-hum sunset.
Black Lives Matter lip service in the Grove
. . . and in the Pines.
A freshly christened house in the Grove.
Late afternoon clouds obscured the sun on the remarkably wide beach
. . . while Thom channelled Chris.
You can't beat the light at this time of year.
Thom parked his car in the LIRR lot, saving $93. I strolled unnoticed through the lovely neighborhood on my way to retrieve it. This lawn ornament was new and probably functional in 1948.
Oliver Stone shot the parade in "Born on the Fourth of July" on Sayville's Main Street. I wondered if a Black man enjoys the same roaming rights in Sayville that I do?
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