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So much for the big storm of '06. It's hardly even rained today.

Even so, everything's closed – schools, the bookstore, even the parks. It’s as though since we had to go through the motions of preparing for the storm, the whole town is insisting we now hunker down and pretend that it's actually hitting us.

George had the day off of work, so we took Sam and Lulu to the beach (climbing over the barricades the city had put up to keep people out) to watch the para-surfers, which was fun . . . up until the police came and kicked us off.

"The beach is closed, folks," the officer said, waving everyone off.

"Why? It's not storming out," I complained to George. But then I cheered up. "You know, I can't remember the last time I got busted by the cops. It makes me feel like I'm sixteen again, and at a kegger some kid's thrown when his parents are out of town."

"You," George said, “live life on the wild side.”

I do, don’t I?

Posted 30 August 2006 at 01:52 PM