Having arrived in the Hamptons on Friday, I can now attest that this place is the antithesis of edgy.  Serenity and anal compulsive, oversized lawn disorder abounds, and a subtle, underplayed aroma of wealth exudes from a vast space beside almost every driveway.  When we passed 2 young women wearing flowing, floral, gossamer dresses and ridding their 1950′s bikes down a quaint tree lined road, filled with a mix of massive estates, strawberry farms and horse paddocks, I felt sure that there would be a movie camera in close proximity.  There certainly should have been. 

(As documented by the photo, my attempt to get Jean to experience fruit from one of those quaint farms mentioned above, the most delicious strawberries I have ever eaten, failed.  I think she feared drooling.)

While running on the beach yesterday I encountered several young men in wetsuits pursuing the illusive surf–the most excitement I have seen to date.  When I asked them if they would take a photograph of my friend, (who is actually a card board head) and me with their surf board, they were slightly apprehensive.  Unexpectedly the young man not only appeared in the photo, but, his friend directed the shot. They seemed relieved when I left—I think the AgingButDangerous T-shirt may have frightened them. 

What has frightened even THIS spunky AgingButDangerous woman, is a small, tacky, diner/shack like structure in Sagaponack baring the name—Loaves & Fishes.  From this underwhelming store front comes what may be the most expensive lobster salad on the planet at $75 per pound.  Other delicacies are similarly priced.  The food is said to be great—let’s hope.  www.landfcookshop.com

Insiders tell me that there is a great little restaurant, worthy of travel, on Shelter Island, called the Vine Street Café.  www.vinestreetcafe.com  Let us know if your personal experience can add anything to that assessment.

Mix in a few rounds of, “who cares where the bases are”–rubber baseball, hanging with my kids and grand kids, and their friends, playing a silly game at an adult birthday party until 1:30 in the morning, (oh the intensity of overachieving children in even the simplest of situations), and just having unstructured time to connect– is a delicacy, even beyond the lobster salad.

Here is the way we at AgingButDangerous look at this little slice of euphoria.  Even the most “dangerous” of us have to take a break and kick back at some point— and this high energy, type A, anal retentive, A.D.D. ridden, ENTJ is enjoying every second of this non-edgy, chilled out escape.