It is Thursday and nothing much seems to be happening. If you lived in the Hamptons, I mean actually be a year around resident, the last summer week before Labor Day was a mixture of anticipation and absolute dread.
Before the LIRR went to doubledeck cars in the middle 90s there was a train (still running but not as much fun) that left about 420p from various feeder trains and made a first stop in Westhampton Beach before just a couple more stops ending in Montauk. The normal 2:15 trip was an hour and change and the train was named the cannonball for obvious reasons. It once sported a stand up drinking car (although those who knew smuggled drinks on from the various liquor stores en route) and at the first stop 12-1400 weekenders arrived sloshed at a station with a dozen cabs and a car pickup line maybe a mile long. Welcome to a weekend in paradise.
The few supermarkets were often sold out of off anything not green tinged by Saturday morning. Locals take to shopping at 2am to avoid the crush. Kids swarm the aisles eating everything they can lay hands on and the parents blythely just toss the half eaten apples back on the pile.
Mostly it involves anyone who has a little summer money left has made reservations and take the opportunity to swell the population 10fold on this last big weekend. Wall street exits its madness to come out here and enjoy madness with sand.
We locals don't mind as it brings some money out into the local economy. We aren't sorry you came and we won't be sorry you left.
It does make for a pretty flat market day all in all.
Before the LIRR went to doubledeck cars in the middle 90s there was a train (still running but not as much fun) that left about 420p from various feeder trains and made a first stop in Westhampton Beach before just a couple more stops ending in Montauk. The normal 2:15 trip was an hour and change and the train was named the cannonball for obvious reasons. It once sported a stand up drinking car (although those who knew smuggled drinks on from the various liquor stores en route) and at the first stop 12-1400 weekenders arrived sloshed at a station with a dozen cabs and a car pickup line maybe a mile long. Welcome to a weekend in paradise.
The few supermarkets were often sold out of off anything not green tinged by Saturday morning. Locals take to shopping at 2am to avoid the crush. Kids swarm the aisles eating everything they can lay hands on and the parents blythely just toss the half eaten apples back on the pile.
Mostly it involves anyone who has a little summer money left has made reservations and take the opportunity to swell the population 10fold on this last big weekend. Wall street exits its madness to come out here and enjoy madness with sand.
We locals don't mind as it brings some money out into the local economy. We aren't sorry you came and we won't be sorry you left.
It does make for a pretty flat market day all in all.