That Bird

Ya gotta love the Flamingos of the Pines.  They're always up for a theme and usually it's for a community cause.  This year, all but one is wearing a mask.  A sign (you can't see it in this photo) advises "Don't Be That Bird!"

Of course I didn't know this when I boarded the ferry for our first, slightly nervous visit since the pandemic. Mostly, I wanted to document the oddity of people on the upper deck wearing masks to cross the Great South Bay.  I asked Varick to take this selfie because he and Thom were sitting in the first row.  Note the man in the red mask coming up the stairs, just to the left of my peace sign.

He took the seat next to me even though the boat was mostly empty.  Thom had waited in line for a couple of hours to make sure we could sit in the first few rows.  I didn't notice he had removed his mask until he began coughing.  The other photo bombers complied with ferry policy.

Yep, Robert Feldman is THAT bird.

"I don't mean to be an asshole, but if you're going to cough, please put your mask back on."

"It's a smoker's cough."

"I don't care,  please put it back on if you're going to sit here."

He refused.

"OK then, I'm going to report you."  

"Do you know who I am?"

I proved I did by identifying him as the attorney who lost what he called a "gay pride trial" in the Bronx.

Probably not the best tactic for de-escalating our conflict but his arrogance really pissed me off.  Downstairs, I complained to the young woman who was shepherding the 50% capacity crowd onto the boat.  She asked where the man was sitting.   I pointed to the bow.

"Was he wearing a red mask?"

"Yes."

"Oh, he's a homeowner."

"You mean he's caused problems before?  

"Not for me personally but we know him.  I'll say something after everyone boards."

By the time I returned to my seat, Feldman had put his mask back on and moved into the row behind me.  If Sayville Ferry acted on my complaint, I didn't see it.

But Feldman continued to lean forward and make hostile, bizarre comments.

"If you know so much about me, you probably know about my porn site."

Varick put an end to his harassment by standing up, all 6'4" of him.

"Move back," he commanded.  "Move away from him." 

Welcome back to the Pines.  Where homeownership, apparently, has its privileges.

Stormy Weather

Everything in the Pines seems more precious as the season closes.  The ferry schedule changes in September.  All boats leave from the Grove dock.

Most passengers were hot.

Rapidly moving clouds foretold the dramatic change in weather that led to a literal weekend wash-out.

Within 90 minutes the beach looked like this.

Early illumination of houses preceded Thursday evening's downpour.

The sun's absence for the next several days left plenty of time for fussing, eating, drinking and visiting.

 
Tommy tried on his separates for Saturday night's Spartacus party at the Belvedere.  He found the steel helmet and the harness (made to size in Pakistan) on Amazon for less than $225.  Watch out Leather Man!

Vita's teeth chattered in Sunday's 60 degree weather even with the heat going full blast. Randy lent her his orange "Beast," a blanket he's dragged from house to house because of its enveloping warmth.

After Randy and Thom left, steady wind and rain kept me in the house until late Tuesday morning when the sun finally burned through the fog.  A fledgling didn't survive the storm.

Unlike this insect.

Wet weather had refreshed some of the houses and flora.

 

But the reeds on Tuna Walk looked beaten.

Some wag hung an age-of-PrEP warning in the Meatrack.

Fog enveloped the Great South Bay and the beach by the time I reached the Grove.

The Grove prioritizes anatomical over political correctness.

Trash picking peaks at the beginning and the end of each season.

A walk on the beach didn't inspire confidence about the encroaching surf despite the Sisyphean efforts of some homeowners to elevate and re-position their homes.

The heavy rain did a number on the parking lot at Sayville Ferry, too.

Nine down, one more to go at the end of September before our half-share era ends.