Mr. DBK's favorite shore haunt. Boo!
You would think it would be warm at the shore, but it is not. It is freaking cold. Pete and I drove down to Sandy Hook, cycled around the point, dodged cars, pedestrians and two missile tours – don’t ask!
– to park our bikes on a windswept balcony, where we stared at Coney Island shimmering in the distance and ate bagels we’d brought with us. We decided to get shirts printed: We have matching shirts.
They will probably have long sleeves.