Archive for the 'Fire Island' Category

“Hey! Is that a pearl snap shirt?”
 
“No,” my coworker answered after coming to a stop in the hallway.  We blocked the entrance to his office.  Moments before, I ostensibly had something to do that was more important than admire what I thought was a pearl snap shirt.
“Oh.” I said.
“But I used to have one. I lost it.”
“I’m sorry.” [...]


Trust has been on my mind lately.  I had to trust Dad once during a segment of my sailing test out at Point O’ Woods, Fire Island.  To avoid wearing a life preserver during sailing class – and wearing one of these during the summer when you are 12 and around girls in bikinis is [...]


Down with it

31Aug08

This tattoo is making my arm awfully itchy.  Karen reminds me that it’s a sign of healing – cuz getting it is like having a skin irritation or bad sunburn; it first stings and then peels – though it feels right now like having mild poison ivy.
 
Speaking of which, in the lore of spending my [...]


Two women.
 
One was like a pillar, her lean, erect frame topped with a bun of dyed-by-sun blond hair arranged so that the wind from riding the ferry across the bay wouldn’t blow it free.  It was steadied and secure.  Her lips were tightly set, and her mouth and cheeks showed no creases.  Her skin was [...]


It sounded almost like a wedding march and, in a sense, it was.  The organ in church this past Sunday at Point O’ Woods piped the first notes of “Glorious things of thee are spoken,” and in your mind you could see a bride walking down the aisle, smiling, her life-mate before her, beaming back.  [...]