Ocean beaches suffer riptides when the ocean suddenly flows out to sea. Some extraordinary swimmers make it back, but many exhaust themselves and drown. You may blame the drowned, you may blame failed rescuers, but I indict the riptide.
I’ll be 82 next year; I remember marveling at how my father made it to work every day as a plumber, no matter how worn …
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