Last Sunday Ted and I drove to E. Greenwich in the afternoon. We sped back, hoping to catch up with my 100 year old friend, Mollie, who was visiting Narrragansett for a few hours. We barely missed her at her beach house, but caught up with her and her two daughters and son-in-law at Ruth Nulman Park at Pt. Judith. What a time!! The constant onslaught of Igor's giant waves, spotted with hundreds of surfers was slightly hypnotic. We stood watching with hundreds of others. Mollie looked great. Her daughter had pushed her wheelchair up a slight hill. The canula, that hung from her nose the last time we saw each other was gone. The old Mollie was back. Content with the moment, she smiled, held my hand, and took in everything. Elements I love, combined together, making it unforgettable.