Oceans, lakes and a peaceful state of mind

Almost any memorable summer comes with a party, a picnic or some other form of get-together — preferably on a beach, by an ocean or by a lake. 

For me, it’s lakes all the way. I don’t like sand; seaweed is the bane of my mortal existence on this planet; and I would rather be fed to sharks than sit in the car, all sticky from salt water, and drive home two hours from the beach back to my land-locked house in the middle of West Hartford. 

Full text available to premium subscribers only. Log in or Create an account.

Once you've created an account, you will be given a free 30-day subscription to the site where you can view all content unrestricted. After 30 days, you can extend your account by purchasing a subscription.

If you are already a print subscriber, click here to give us your contact information, and we will confirm your active subscription and give you a password to access the website.