The Admiral's Feast of fried sea things, for example, for $19.50.
But once inside the four walls of the precariously located school (it's perched right next to the sea), things soon go downhill.
The landscape is hot and littered with detritus from the city that now stands some way out to sea: "Things happened, I had no idea, it was out of my control...listen to me please!" Once there were the "pleeblands" where "neurotypicals" lived.
He was like many Modern Orthodox people who consider themselves to be very grounded and rational (aside from the whole Creationism thing, the Moses-Parting-the-Red-Sea thing, and the God-Giving-the-Ten-Commandments-on-a-Mountain thing).
The whole living-by-the-sea thing has given everyone a kind of "arrr matey!" lilt.
My love affair with the sea and things that float on it started long ago.
We both knew that changing countries and starting our own businesses were top priorities, because in a sea of things that felt wrong, these were the only two things that felt 100% right.
He lived an hour away and we only hung out in person a few times, but we knew a vast sea of things about each other, the kind of secret and painful things too hard to share outside of a private little box.
The sea dilutes things pretty well.
When rivers carrying sediment from the interiors of continents reach the sea, several things happen.
Indeed, immediately afterwards, given the choice, I'd have strapped on the ankle bells and joined in with the Morris dancers rather than repeat the fermented sea-cucumber thing.
