I wouldn't be put off in the least if, during the summer, I were to find myself spending several weeks in the region of the Outer Banks - somewhere with sand, salt water, medium-sized waves, warm sunshine, a tide, and a horizon. With friends, of course, and a concrete absence of mature authority.
I would be even less put off if I were to find myself in such a situation right at this instant. Set me on some island with some swim trunks, some towels, goggles so I wouldn't have perpetually bloodshot eyes, some books by Asimov or somebody vaguely like him, a sleeping bag, and a good half dozen friends, and I would be the happiest bozo on the planet.
... That's a pretty good packing list, now that I think of it. Throw in some of that stuff that keeps me from smelling too bad, and I'd be ready to go. I should really write that down somewhere.
Else, I mean.
posted on Friday, May 02, 2003
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