July 1, 2007
I walked into the same CVS by the shore. Celine Dion, "A New Day Has Come" whispered out of the ceiling vents, and the beach towels depicting gigantic alcholic beverages awash in glowing ice crystals were sold out. So I draped something less subtle over my shoulder and picked up a cheap bottle of wine. Maybe I'd need it after the sand peeled away another layer. Maybe the cashier knew this, maybe not. On my way out I looked, looked away, looked closer--but that pizza shop with the twisted pepsi bottle on the counter had gone out of business, too.