Mind of Modern Man Podcast - Episode 13 - Where Am I Supposed To Look?

With everyone heading to the beach for the Fourth of July weekend, I have another story for you. Today, I'm recalling a recent trip to the beach.

I’ve mentioned, in previous stories, my major disinterest in the beach.

The heat scalding your skin. The shells slicing the soft underbelly of your feet. The crowds of people flexing, preening and sweating all over the place. And of course, the super, almost occult-like, ability for sand to get EVERYwhere it doesn’t belong. Not that sand actually belongs anywhere, mind you.

I’m not just whining here. Sand in the shorts is a real issue. We have chaffing. We have all kinds of bacteria. We have who knows what kind of pollution and no kidding, the American Journal of Epidemiology has been researching the relationship between beach sand and fecal contamination. That’s right, evidence has shown that sand does, in fact, harbor high concentrations of fecal particles.

But I digress.

The other day I went to the beach.

Why? Because I love my kids. And my kids love the beach.

So, there I was. At the beach. 4pm on a Sunday – the first Sunday where the temperature dipped its toe into the 80s here in Connecticut. My family loves to pack a picnic and head to the beach, either first thing in the morning before the crowds, or around 4pm as they are all leaving.

My kids are little, so they’re playing in the sand and treading into the shallows of our little inlet of Long Island Sound. This is the extent of our beachy activities. Bring a few pails, some shovels and a plastic dump truck and we’re in business.

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