So The Famous Author is taking me and The Whip to The Hamptons today. He's going to play The Great Gatsby, hanging out in his white linen suit at the bookstore, while me and the Mrs. sun ourselves on the beach. He doesn't know if we're going to East Egg or West Egg, but he says F. Scott will be there with him in spirit. Urging him to damn the torpedoes and speed ahead.
Me, I think he's whistling in the dark. I just hope it doesn't rain.
Wikipedia on The Hamptons: "The Hamptons refers specifically to the towns of Southampton and East Hampton on the east end of Long Island, New York. These townships occupy the South Fork of Long Island. According to the Census Bureau, the Hamptons have a land area of 213.18 sq mi. Officially they also have 463.34 sq mi of water area. Their total population as of the 2000 census was 74,431 inhabitants. By far their most populous community is Hampton Bays. The next most populous are Springs, North Sea, and East Quogue.
The Hamptons form a popular seaside resort, one of the historical Summer Colonies of the American Northeast. The Montauk Branch of the Long Island Railroad, Montauk Highway, and the Hampton Jitney provide connections to the rest of Long Island and to the City, while ferries connect North Haven and Montauk to Shelter Island and Connecticut. The strictest definition of "The Hamptons" refers to the South Fork of Long Island east of the Shinnecock Canal."
If you've never read The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, please do so. Writers should know what they're shooting for.