day trip

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Highway 35 in Laurence Harbor, NJ, forty minutes south of Manhattan, is a plain and purposeful road, delivering travelers to an undecorated stretch of town in which basic needs are efficiently met: factories, strip clubs, and a small, serious beach below the drawbridge.

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Like the neighborhood, the beach brooks no fools. It is mostly stones with a few white-hot dunes. It sometimes smells, and has a view of Staten Island. Little white crab corpses drift belly up in the shallows. The pleasure it provides is low-fi but durable, that of doing ordinary things out of doors, by a body of water. People sit in nylon folding chairs and eat sandwiches. On a weekday, a woman in a bikini and bifocals read the newspaper while her sons dug for snails in the mud. A baby screamed with joy in the tiny waves. The water in the bay was as flat as glass, and clouds shimmered in it. The drawbridge bell rang, over and over.

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There was a girl collecting crabs in a bucket…

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…and a boy with a fish slipping in circles in a jar…

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…and up by the restrooms, a man rinsing a ferret named Sebastian under the spigot.