As I see people hauling the contents of entire two-car garrages down to the beach shore, because they think they will need all the junk they got on sale at Walmart, I also see something else: desperation.
We tend to think that the next product will make us happy, safe, fulfilled. And yet, after pumping, schlepping, and arranging inner tubes, coolers, sun umbrellas, air mattrasses, beach chairs, canoes and paddles around them, these suburbanites rarely look happy.
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