This next picture is from later on in my childhood. I look more "suave," I think.
appear to be fairly empty. We must have been further out on Long Island than usual.
I was never a huge beach person, although I surely always greatly
enjoyed the car ride to and from wherever we went.
On one earlier trip to the
shore, a hot weekend day at humanity-packed Jacob Riis Park, I got lost after leaving the family for a quick wade in the water. I couldn't find our blanket-place and
crisscrossing widening territory I was becoming more and more
A nice lady sensed my problem. She took me to the police station. Soon enough -- but it seemed a horrible wait -- my
equally- or more-frantic mother came to check. She saw me, I saw her..... nothing could have been more emotional
and good than what occurred at that moment.
We never went back to Jacob Riis Park.