Bound for Saunderstown
May 26th, 2009
I’ve Moved.
I am now an official beach bum. Having grown up in Providence, I’ve never really felt like a true Swamp Yankee but some useless city boy. But now I’m here and I can begin assume my given right to slander all “those damn summer people” as much as I want to. I can hang out at the Dinah or the Gen’rl Staw for hours without actually paying for anything but a cup of coffee. I can learn all of the free parking spots near the beaches. I can learn the best way to jump the wall at Narragansett Town Beach. Out by Watch Hill I can dodge the Beach Patrol in the nice parts of town. I can do very little for weeks at a time and still preach about a hard work ethic. I can wake up at any time and get to to the beach in no particular hurry. I scoff at the sight of a beach chair or umbrella. That guy walking down the beach toting a wagon full of useless beach paraphernalia; shameful. All you need for the beach is a towel and a few Gansett’s.
If this all sounds like a lifestyle you might enjoy, come on down. If not, go to Florida.