Saturday... and Hurricane Bill had sent Long Island some major surf. The air was full of spray; huge breakers roaring into shore. (I could hear them, like an express train, from my house, right across the bay.) Waves like this one would suddenly break the pattern, and rush right up the beach. I wasn't convinced about the brain power of some of the parents who were letting their children paddle--some without close supervision.
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