“Liars at best can be highly engaging in the short term but, like a reality television star-du-jour, get trite very quickly.” - Muffy Aldrich
The point she makes in this piece is akin to the people claiming to be “from Newport” when in fact they’re from the Newport area. Though my zipcode has always referred to Aquidneck Island, it has never been 02840. As such, when trying to explain the part of RI I’m from to out of staters, I never claim to be a Newport resident, championing the fact that I simply live “on the Island” instead. Perhaps that makes me as bad as some of the people Muffy references who claim a family home as their own? I’d like to think though that I’ve spent enough time walking cobblestoned Upper Thames over the years and enjoyed enough sunsets with the bridge in the background to legitimize my Portsmouth residency as being deserving of a close-to-Newport label.
Second Beach | Middletown, RI
Items 1, 4, 6, and 9 from the following list.
Ocean Drive, Newport, RI | The Newport Bridge from Goat Island | 43 Slocum
I swear I’ll stop complaining.
Any gent who has dated me can assure you that I’m by no means low-maintenance. I’m pretty realistic about the fact that I like nice things and certainly can’t claim to have inexpensive tastes. As I’m learning this summer though, what apparently really makes me happy has more to do with where I am and more specifically my proximity to the ocean.
I was recently asked what I usually do for fun in the summer, and realized that it basically boils down to being at the beach. Constantly. As in, every single day for the past three days. In a way maybe that’s boring or predictable. Then again, there’s a beautiful sort of consistency to being able to trace memories back to the same place. There’s nowhere else I’ve read hundreds of books over the years, had thousands of important conversations, and spent millions of minutes admiring the ocean, clouds, stars, and sand. Cheers to summer 2012 beginning where it should: 2nd beach.