Beach Day in Delray, July 24, 2011
Dog days of summer. Too hot to be in the sun; I’m lounging with Angie beneath the beach canopy. We’re talking about taking the Stella di Mare up to St. Augustine for a few days. For once, everything is calm–no drama. My son-in-law is behaving, my daughter is happy, and my grand-kids are playing in the surf. My son, Michael, has ditched his bimbo, or so he tells us. Angie’s thrilled, but I’m skeptical. Anyway, he’s teaching my oldest grandson how to ride the boogie board, but there isn’t much of a wake. The sea is calm as glass, and even the sailboats on the edge of the horizon seem sluggish. Angie says, “Victor has the steaks on the grill. Do you want to go up to the house?” But I’m already drifting, and I don’t answer.
