Spent as much time as I could on the beach. Then I would go hang out with Cashel after he got out of school. I sat on a bench on the pier, with my iced coffee, writing, working on my script, and reading the David O. Selznick book. I went on the roller coaster at the Santa Monica Pier. Cashel had told me it was “lame” and that it was so mild that “you could carry on a casual conversation during the ride”, and he was certainly right on that score, but the setting is so spectacular. Strange coincidence: I had lunch at a little fish-and-chips shack on the pier, and the waitress was from Rhode Island. Too weird. We went to the same college. All we talked about was the respective water damage our families had suffered in the recent flooding.
