We were hanging out at Higgs Beach, the county park embedded in the south shore of the City.Coast Camp, a summer of fun, the poster promised. I am interested to check out the artistic space on Stock Island before too long.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,