You can’t buy happiness. But you can sell a boat, and that’s kinda the same thing.
We had a boat when I was a kid, and docked it in one of the slips you see just above Ollie. It was actually fun, for a few years. My dad woke us early mornings to go catch mackerel and bluefish, or have picnics out in New York harbor. But eventually pulling the boat out of the water every fall (low temps require it) made it more annoyance than joy, and the boat hit the bricks.
The public pool at Rye Golf Club, where I learned to swim. The high dive, a rite of passage that felt like it was a mile high, has been removed thanks to more stringent New York state insurance codes. The ultimate c-block, NY.
Winter can cause potentially deadly situations like icy roads, or the much-feared man cold. The city has found the cure to one of those ailments by dumping piles of salt haphazardly in driveways.
Tossing a TV – not nearly the backbreaking ordeal of the past.
