PTO Day 6: Last night on the coast. Took the Woodford and a tumbler of rocks down to the beach for a last sunset. I went early so I could watch people filing down to the shore. Some get as close to the water as they can, as little as possible between them and the setting sun. If you’re the type to sort of owlishly notice that Friday means an influx of people, suddenly crowded sidewalks, and lines at the little grocery, the last few minutes of the day down there on the beach are a remedy: everyone is there to be in communion. “Nice show tonight,” says an old guy with a big camera. “It was alright,” I reply. Then the sun is just a warm glow under the horizon and people file back out, up on to the sidewalks, tugging their masks back up over their faces.
