… for my unseasonably hot, early morning, two miles up and back, Rehoboth Beach boardwalk march.
Everybody on the boardwalk is old.
Rehoboth is a Quiet Resort – not as quiet as some, but definitely not noisy. A pallid Spring Break. No Floatopia. Rehoboth attracts tanned and well-turned oldies.
At the walkway’s midpoint, in front of a white bandstand, three starched nurses holding a STROKE AWARENESS poster have attracted a crowd.
Nathanael West could write this up, thinketh UD…
As UD powers by the nurses, she hears “Totally make relaxation time for yourself… long bath…”
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Do retired people really need this advice she wonders, but what’s really going through her mind is Richard Dawkins, who she admires and who has had a stroke.
The thought of Dawkins sets her off, as she swings her arms and plants her heels, on God and not-God, which occupies her for the duration.