Yesterday at a little before sunset I zipped up my jacket and headed out for a walk around the island. On the south dock a man walked slowly in T-shirt and shorts.
"Don’t you think you oughta go home and put on a sweater?” a man asked from his boat. He was having drinks with his wife, both of them dressed warmly
“I do,” the man said thoughtfully. “But I’m really enjoying the feeling of being cold.”
When I came around a second time, he was still talking to the couple on the boat. The conversation had moved to the condition of the dock. At a handful of points during my walk, yellow tape and orange cones had caused me to detour onto the grass, or into the parking lot, because of loose boards.
“They oughta just put police tape around the whole thing,” the man on the boat said, holding his drink.
“We’re going to get everybody,” the man in the T-shirt said, “to lose 10 pounds.”
