Cape May Confidential IV
Best day of the week yesterday, moderate wind, about 82, warm water, wonderful breakers. The granddaughters loved it, although I couldn’t figure out how to fold up their sand tent and had to haul the entire thing back to the apartment, like a huge spinnaker sail, hat pulled down over my eyes. I’ve driven over a dozen exotic cars, many with stick shifts, and I can’t fold a sand tent. We’ve walked past a nondescript café here a hundred times. …