Who Should Know Better Than That

Your eyes do not deceive you: Pete and I rode our bikes on the bike path around Sandy Hook on a pleasant day, and the air was indeed blue. A week of storms approaches; the cloud cover kept the air cool and moist and perfect for a ten-mile ride. As we were leaving, what appeared to be an accidental convention of people walked oddly large and exceedingly happy poodles onto the beach. Later, we had plates of fried seafood on a pier because you have to do that.