On the East End of Long Island, the part some call "The Hamptons", the season between Memorial and Labor days is long, hard, and crowded, but it's also the season to work hard and make money. During these seemingly endless three months, we locals are taught tolerance from those who are the most intolerant. "In season", New York's beautiful people descend like locusts, taking possession of roads, beaches, and restaurants. Many of us question why we stay ... putting up with the crowds, and their entitlement and arrogance, but when these interlopers leave we are reminded very quickly why we stay. It's one of the most beautiful places on earth populated with hard-working, caring, bone-marrow good people who truly enjoy the simple things in life - good friends, good food, and a plainly simple good time.
Today is Tumbleweed Tuesday, the day after Marguerita/Mimosa Monday. Yesterday Sagg Main beach was filled with locals reclaiming the beach and celebrating survival with a beverage of their choice. Today the roads are once again empty (relatively-speaking), parking abounds, and a sense of sanity and calm has returned to our beloved East End. Not one car can be seen driving or parked along our street in the center of town, ergo Tumbleweed Tuesday. For those of us who live here, this is the start of our summer, "local summer". In the months of September and October, as the city-folk return to their unendingly fast-paced city-life and their concrete world, we are relaxing on empty beaches, enjoying warm waters, warm days, and cool nights.
We earned it and so do they.
Happy Tumbleweed Tuesday to our local friends. Maybe we can get together now.