PORTLAND PRESS HERALD • August 3, 2024
On a recent day, I grabbed my beach chair and off I went. The beach was filled with tents that took up much of the sand. In past years, I had noticed one or two of these pitched tents. On this day, the beach looked like a city of Bedouins. The first tent I came to was a large white canvas covering held to the sand by long white ropes. Underneath, was a group of people fully dressed. The next tent was even more elaborate. Underneath was a group of middle-aged people sitting around a table stacked with food and beverages. It looked like they had set up their own little café. Why would anyone go to the beach to stay out of the sun? Maybe my beach has changed over the years. Whatever, I still call it home. ~ Jim Fabiano, York