When I was a kid, I would spend all my time in the water, until I was blue and exhausted. I never took time to sit and read.

Kim likes her books on the beach, and now I do a little more reading on the beach as well. Yet typically, most of my reading is online and there isn't any signal at the beach.

The other kind of reading I like when I am at the beach is the newsletters from the park rangers and the informatory signs along various trails. During a hike the other day, I saw quotes from Emerson or Throreau. I thought of how different their writing is from Danielle Steele or Nora Roberts.

On Monday, Colin McEnroe was supposed to do a show about the reported dearth of big ideas in modern thinking. I couldn't tine in from Race Point. The Friday before he spoke about some guy writing for the Times lamenting this dearth and blaming it on social media.

I wondered what sort of big ideas the columnist for the Times had. Now, I'm wondering how much it is because of the commercialization of bread and circuses.

So, I sit on the beach, watching the waves and the clouds and try to get into more of a Transcendentalist frame of mind. I probably won't come up with any big ideas, but perhaps I can encourage others and share a few ideas that might build into something.

Meanwhile, I'll relax, work a little but on my writing and wait for a big storm.