Of course the day we made it back to the beach (I think it has been almost a year's hiatus?), Charlie excited and tentative but not overwrought, it was after a lesser nor'easter and it was flooded so, after riding several miles south in a wind blowing at perpendicular angles, Jim pedaled and Charlie waded through knee-high water amid ocean debris and it was time to get in the white car and stop at a CVS for dry socks.
Well, it is the end of December and some of the beach's streets are still caked in sand from Hurricane Sandy.
It was no less a good feeling that we had gotten back. We wrapped it up with a short visit (lots of talking, Charlie tugged and tugged at Jim's hand) in the evening to our town's community center, where the author of a book on "the postmaster" was to speak; Jim knows her from his days of research on the waterfront.