852 Dune
Two weeks ago, I arrived here from Manhattan all alone.
To inhabit a house on Westhampton’s Dune road.
Over the course of the past fourteen days,
this dwelling, on poles, has become my home away from home.
At first, for me, it was a place of quiet and personal solitude.
Then the doors began revolving, blowing in a whirlwind of souls.
Some were family, friends, strangers and friends of friends.
We celebrated Father’s Day here and that was lots of fun.
The biggest thing, by far, was Julianne’s post-prom party;
That’s when the action really started to swing and buzz.
I got lots of visitors then and it seemed like it would never end.
We had security guards, and the local cops and the neighbors stopped in.
Even the Mosquito Patrol agent was on the prowl.
We had the pleasure of Mr. Green’s company, the owner, for short time.
The Constable told him not to drive all the way from Westchester County,
but Mr. Green got wind of a wild party and needed to see with his own eyes.
So we let him in and he could tell there was no damage and all was secure.
He just objected to certain smoky smells coming from his precious beach
getaway.
“Mr. Green,” I assured him, “all is under control.” And said not to worry.
So he turned in about at 3:00 AM and drove 130 miles back home.
The graduates hung around and so did I along with the funny security guards
I had hired.
The weather was great and the beaches were sunny for tanning.
All of the confiscated beer and booze is now long gone, dispersed into the
four winds.
Betty and Erica and her friend Nina came for a week after the big long bash.
It was nice to have the company and reconnect with the domestic side of
life.
We went to the movies and to the beach and took a drive to Sag Harbor, too.
Sag Harbor is a famous Long Island Whaling port but now you can see huge
yachts there.
But even they have left now and I’m back here as I started.
Just me and a lone clammer out in the bay enjoying the quiet Westhampton
beach day.
To inhabit a house on Westhampton’s Dune road.
Over the course of the past fourteen days,
this dwelling, on poles, has become my home away from home.
At first, for me, it was a place of quiet and personal solitude.
Then the doors began revolving, blowing in a whirlwind of souls.
Some were family, friends, strangers and friends of friends.
We celebrated Father’s Day here and that was lots of fun.
The biggest thing, by far, was Julianne’s post-prom party;
That’s when the action really started to swing and buzz.
I got lots of visitors then and it seemed like it would never end.
We had security guards, and the local cops and the neighbors stopped in.
Even the Mosquito Patrol agent was on the prowl.
We had the pleasure of Mr. Green’s company, the owner, for short time.
The Constable told him not to drive all the way from Westchester County,
but Mr. Green got wind of a wild party and needed to see with his own eyes.
So we let him in and he could tell there was no damage and all was secure.
He just objected to certain smoky smells coming from his precious beach
getaway.
“Mr. Green,” I assured him, “all is under control.” And said not to worry.
So he turned in about at 3:00 AM and drove 130 miles back home.
The graduates hung around and so did I along with the funny security guards
I had hired.
The weather was great and the beaches were sunny for tanning.
All of the confiscated beer and booze is now long gone, dispersed into the
four winds.
Betty and Erica and her friend Nina came for a week after the big long bash.
It was nice to have the company and reconnect with the domestic side of
life.
We went to the movies and to the beach and took a drive to Sag Harbor, too.
Sag Harbor is a famous Long Island Whaling port but now you can see huge
yachts there.
But even they have left now and I’m back here as I started.
Just me and a lone clammer out in the bay enjoying the quiet Westhampton
beach day.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
