But Do You Really Want a Simpler Life?
One cool thing about my job is I can show up to interview people with sand and salt on my legs and no one notices or cares. I’ve got to play that up more. I had to get to the beach for an interview this morning. I figured the earlier I was in, the earlier I would get out.
I hummed the Mission: Impossible theme as I drove, fantasizing about spending as little time on the beach on the Fourth of July as possible.
I have a weird relationship with Ocean City, Maryland because there’s a disconnect between its potential and its reality. Sometimes it is really hard to take a good look at my fellow Americans, unvarnished and on vacation. Other times I take pleasure in their absolute joy.
I think their attitude has something to do with it. People there exude an aura that makes the world better or worse. People everywhere do, but I just tend to notice it there more often, I guess. It’s part of my manic-depressive relationship with the Eastern Shore.
Driving toward Ocean City this particular morning, I was thinking how beautiful the back roads of…
