I lift my lamp

MANALAPAN — I simply cannot capture how odd it is to be walking down this narrow, seawalled, litter-strewn beach in the morning, and be able to turn my head to one side and see this:


look down, and see the sand-buried remnants of a tattered sail that’s all that remains of an attempted escape from hopelessness, and turn to my right and see boxing promoter and Bush-voter Don King’s monument to his perception of the American dream:



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