Every year, there was a picnic on the beach near the lab buildings. It was more of a clambake, with the fathers making a big pit lined with seaweed to bake the clams in over a fire. As usual, the men gathered around the fire as they do at most barbecues, while the women chatted, gossiped, and kept an eye on the children. We ran around, flying kites, and paddling in the frigid ocean. It was the end of the season – time to go back to school and real life. We were lucky to have our summer friends and traditions.