I want to throw a fist bump, a shaka or some kind of elbow bash (“whatever you’re comfortable with,” as we say in 2020) to the teenagers who were riding waves on a big, inflatable rubber ducky on Sunday.

For as bad as 2020 is, for as many things have been canceled, as much as we’re missing out on, you can still ride waves on a big inflatable rubber ducky. And that’s awesome.