xvi no longer a highway when the day ends , gentle creaks and laughs on the sidewalk outside , there are people living , milling , looking for a drink , it is vacation somewhere , everywhere right now here right now , one person 's daily life is another person 's relaxation , the waves come day after day , they come by everyday , sometimes people look for them other times people do n't , some so near the beach can only understand and want oprah and find their way with high knee socks and safari hats and white a-shirts to the publix , slopping through 70/30 or 80/20 meat , spoiling meat , decaying meat kept at bay by these refrigerated monsters , were these ever supposed to exist in the south anyway ?