That morning Ari drove up from Princeton and scooped us up in Brooklyn. Mari and Sammy packed fancy snacks and we headed to the beach for what turned out to be a perfect day. Louis biked to meet us there and Jesse was there upon arrival. D. Moore and the boys stacked and flipped and horsed around. We held our position while Sammy, Mari, and Louis dug a trench to protect us from the incoming tide. I don’t know what Louis was doing; I’ve been trying to figure it out. My best guess is behaving like a deviant or a predator; I don’t know. We packed up, found a honeysuckle bush, took a team photo, and headed back to Brooklyn to BBQ just before sundown. We had a good spread going on the roof of Meserole as the fireworks started. More peeps arrived. A fire broke out around Bedford and a cloud of smoke interrupted our view of the Manhattan skyline. The fireworks were set in sequence this year along the Westside. Low-key burgers and old-fashioned hot dogs ended the day. It was a good one.
All images copyright James Ryang 2009