Yeah, I know it's old news. Been weeks since we biked
on block island and
slept on the beach--a comfy and cheap
arrangement until the dew settled into our sheets and the
sun came up with little warmth, swathed
as it was in a blanket of cloud; aching with
hangovers from the
Yellow Kittens and feeling the loss
of two of our bikes--stolen, gone.
Everything looked up as soon as we found the one place on the island which
served sunday brunch pancakes and the
hostess called our name--Donner, party of
four.