Is it odd to be amazed by the increase of men on the beach during the work week? With this observation, the lost vestiges of my “Island summers” surface, moving me to the late ’50s and early ’60s, when mainly mothers and children dotted the Island’s beaches during the weekdays.

It was a time of lazy days filled with relaxed rules and casual dinners. There were no schedules for when to join the fun at the beach, as sounds of surf and delight blew off the beach, over the honeysuckled dunes, down…