Unless you've already decamped to the Hamptons, Memorial Day might look more like the four walls of your own home and less like a pebbly beach and a freshly topped-off cocktail. As a brief respite, consider joining us in St. Tropez among Diddy's hangers-on, or in Palm Beach circa 2004, before it became the Southern sanctum of MAGA-world. If that's not the right scene, there's always the teeming crowds of 1934 Coney Island. (Be sure not to miss the backboneless Beautiful Serpentina).
Should you feel tempted to actually venture out, simply read this last, and most cautionary, tale: Ned Zeman's excellent examination of the intersection of man and the world's largest terrestrial predator. It might convince you to stay on the couch.
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