I overheard someone on the train last night say that if it really went up to the 80 degree mark on Tuesday (today) she was going to call in sick and go to the beach – even if all she could do was sit on the boardwalk and watch the waves.
We have great beaches in New York but Jones Beach out on Long Island has always been my favorite. When I was a kid we used to arrive at about 10:00 a.m. and stay until 5:00 or 6:00 p.m. I know it sounds like a long day, but Mom didn’t drive at the time so it was a three bus road trip complete with folding chairs and coolers. Zachs Bay thankfully had an umbrella stand so you could rent one for the day – one less thing to be carried on the bus. The usual cast of characters on these road trips were my Grandma, Grandpa, my Great Aunt Regina, Mom, my sister/friend Terry and of course, yours truly. We always went to Zach’s Bay so we girls could swim and my Mom didn’t have to worry about us getting knocked over by waves and swept out to sea. I can still see Terry doing hand stands in the water and the two of us giggling while we shared secrets over salami sandwiches and ginger ale.
Terry and I have been friends for 53 years (we actually shared a playpen). She relocated to California years ago, but we still go to Jones Beach when she comes home to visit. But now we grown up girls go to the ocean side to share secrets and yes, we still do so over salami sandwiches.