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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Porches Of The Hamptons

...were filled with rich women waiting for the Big Bail Out to arrive in the mail. They fanned themselves in the heat and drank iced tea, waiting for their men to return from the City. The time was heavy on them today. They gazed out on the bay, over the flotilla of sailboats listless on the ocean swell, out of work since Labor Day, a way of life uprooted. Once these proud fleets dotted the Sound for miles and miles. It was almost as if one could walk from Montauk to New London, and one's Docksiders would touch down on nothing but the polished mahogany of the decks of boats. Now the signs of decay were everywhere. It was Friday, Big Bail Out Friday, and everyone was waiting on the porches.

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