It was a long, grueling day at the office today. As I walked to my car afterward, the sun hanging low in the sky, I noticed a bunch of swimsuit-wearing young people throw down blankets and start twisting furiously, while Frankie and Annette gave each other a split-second, soulless, sexless kiss, a chorus sang of “lads” and “lassies,” a girl wasted a perfectly good ice cream cone on a “fresh” guy’s mug, and a dude named Moondoggy wore a curious hat.
Well, okay, that didn’t happen — but wouldn’t it be something if just once life were like Beach Blanket Bingo?
