August 30, 2022
I love walking on Robert Moses beach (Field 4 or 5) on the south shore of Long Island, New York, where I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, in the dead of winter, with all of its coldness and windiness. (Since 1998, I have lived near the east coast of Florida.)
I prefer my toasted marshmallows slightly burnt with a bit of grayish-black to them.
Speaking of grief, today is my father's birthday (1934-1997). I certainly miss him.
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