Today is the first day of autumn. I tried living in a part of the country that doesn’t have a change of seasons (unless you consider hot and really fucking hot to be seasons) and I just couldn’t do it. I need to swap my wardrobe out. I like my sweaters and coats and my scarves that are right out of a Dickens novel. Here comes thick stews and tossing The Daughters into a pile of raked leaves, all-day pots of hot coffee and Sunday football.
It was a sweltering, punishing summer to be in New York City but it was a good summer for the New Jersey shore. Hot with little rain to ruin the weekends. But that’s all over now. These guys are going to have to find something else to do with their time.
We had some brutal storms. There were a few hurricanes that pass by too far out to sea to do any damage, but in their wake they left deadly riptides. There were a few drownings this summer. Just imagine. You go to the beach to cool off for an afternoon and end up being pulled out to sea. If you’re ever caught in a riptide, you should swim parallel along shore until you’re out of it, and then back in to land. Too many try and swim directly in. If you get into a fistfight with a riptide, the riptide will kick your ass.
Mrs. Wife knows her way around the Jersey shore. She know how to avoid the Garden State Parkway traffic snarls by taking local roads and knows which beaches are the least populated with out-of-towners. (They’re snidely referred to as Bennies. I have no idea what it means.)
This place will close in a few weeks. For me, there are two things that signal the true end of summer; when Lighthouse closes for the season, and the Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy. Once the last sausage and pepper truck rolls out of town, get out your gloves.
But that’s not a bad thing at all. I posted this video last year around this time. It’s Billie Holiday’s rendition of Autumn in New York. I have no idea who put this together but it’s simply beautiful. When I watch it, it makes me all goopy inside for New York.
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel—I’m home