It was one of those summer days in this charming little ashtray of a town when a break from blogging means a trek through marshlands and dunes to dip and bathe in the outgoing tide of the lagoons at the very end of America. This space never ages – even after twenty consecutive full summers of being here. Then the sweaty bike-ride back home and a stop at the East End coffee shop, Wired Puppy, and a small freddo. If I catch the timing right, the setting sun catches a particular tree up a side-street, and sometimes, it just shimmers. And then, at low tide, freshly caffeinated, I take the dogs out without leashes onto the flats of the bay.
Dusty comes alive again, like a puppy, scampering away from me toward the next smell or fishbone. Eddy lingers behind, sniffing behind boats tilting on their side, like beached toys. The light dims and then, if you’re lucky, the bay suddenly blazes with reflected light from the other side of this little curved peninsula. The boats turn golden.
I don’t need anywhere else.
I wrote today about the contortions that public life has forced on Anthony Weiner and Samantha Power. We explored the wonder of sativa and the drama of pro wrestling. If you didn’t have the time to watch this enchanting animation, do yourself a favor.
The most popular post of the day was “Breaking: Man Gets Off Online” about sexting, politics and the future. The second was my post on the nuanced racism of Victor Davis Hanson, given an extra kick by Conor here.
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See you in the morning.
The Dish 