I’m so glad this issue is about beaches, because I’ve always preferred the edges of continents to the middle. Middles are so…so totally land-locked. Know what I mean? One Christmas I was persuaded to visit the Middle, which can be anywhere from
I know that other Sarasotans completely agree, including all those who went to
All right, I will tell you about the opening of Tale. It was very exciting. Lots of Asolo supporters, like Carol and Howard Philips, Ulla Searing, Virginia Toulmin and Elita Kane were there, along with recognizably famous actors. It was a Broadway first for a
But we’re back from all our travels, and now even in a time of political and economic turmoil, we can rejoice that we live on the Edge instead of the Middle. Let’s hear it for our beaches. We may pretend to be in
Consider the sand on Mediterranean beaches like St. Tropez, Cannes, Nice, Ostia (which is the Galveston of Rome)—even the beaches on the Costa Brava in Spain, the beaches of New England and the Pacific Northwest. People flock to tiny, gritty, gravelly patches you can’t even sit on. Stone gardens, some of them. Tourists go for brief periods to look at other people pretty much naked. Many famous beaches, even in the glorious
On the other hand, we don’t always indulge our inner beachie, especially after we’ve been here a while. On Siesta,
And we think of our beaches as for the entire family. When thongs came in, they were banned on Lido Key. Remember that? Never mind if you don’t, it was a long time ago. Family values didn’t permit the kind of display that might lead to South Beach-like excesses and the need for crowd control. The ban made national news, so it had to be lifted. Now you can see everybody’s everything, but no one cares.
Dog person Deb Knowles rants about a different ban. “What kind of beach won’t allow dogs?” she asked peevishly. Deb won’t go anywhere without Chiquita, her
“I take Chiquita to Susie Karp’s beach,” Deb told me.
She lives in a private beachfront community on Siesta Key. Susie Karp walks there with Dick Smothers. Deb introduced them, and now they’re beachcombers together. Over on Westway, Ron and Rita Greenbaum are still nutty for their beach after a couple of decades. But all they have to do is go outside.
When I asked Alexandra Jupin and John Bean if they went to the beach, there was a long pause. “The beach?” Alexandra said.
“Yeah, do you go to the beach?” I asked.
“I’m so glad you brought this up. I used to walk
And before I had Rocky to think about, I used to go there, too.
“My mother used to say if everybody walked in the sunshine and dug in the dirt more we’d need fewer psychiatrists,” Alexandra added, and she vowed to get back into the habit.
Finally, I asked a visitor, Gordon Greenberg, who directed Working at the Asolo last season and returned this year to direct Barnum.
“Do you ever go to the beach?”
“Do I!” this upper West Side New Yorker told me. “I play tennis and go to the beach every day. Fantastic!”
Just when we