It wasn’t more than a year ago that I was coming home every day from work complaining about how crazy Long Island truly is. Ask anyone around that knows me – there are people who no longer speak to me because the complaining was at a maximum. Since then, I often think that maybe I exaggerated certain situations – that the crazy was all in my head. That was, until I read the following tidbit in the Southampton Press:
Two startling discoveries were made at Ponquogue Beach in Hampton Bays on Wednesday morning.
A beachgoer spotted a rusty mortar shell on the sand just east of the concession stand at around 11 a.m. Less than a half hour earlier, someone had discovered a large portion of a spine washed up between the Ponquogue Beach pavilion and Road I, according to police.
Um, excuuuuuse me? Can you repeat that? How can we be so nonchalant about this nonsense??!!
