The better day to go to the beach was last Friday and that is when I went. Down to Penn Station, get the ticket, not ticketS which was weird, but okay and just as weird as making my own beach lunch of turkey and swiss sandwichs and nectarines and not even thinking about hitting the Burger King on the way to shore. The train lets you off four blocks from the water. I got there very early.
Wait.... this post was supposed to be about art.
How about this?
Before you vote, I must tell you I cannot have this work in my home because it's on another wall.
This one: 
Art is where you find it.
Joe(But only if you are looking for it)Nation
Joe(But only if you are looking for it)Nation
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