Coincidence: At a lovely lunch at a friend's house today, I mentioned I had just been to Prouts Neck and one of my friend's friends said, You went to Prouts? She had spent summer vacations there as as a girl!!!!!! She had even waitressed at the Black Point Inn when she was a college student, age 19.
Small, small world. I thought I had gone to the magical/wild/weatherbeaten/ruggedly rocky edge of the earth--so far from New Jersey's normalcy--but returned to discover someone from Prouts sipping coffee at the same table in West Orange.
- Seeing those friends--and two of their lovely moms--at lunch.
- Going to bed. Now. Pull the curtains on my crankiness.