SHEEPSHEAD BAY

The next time I am in Brooklyn I am going to go down to Sheepshead Bay, and if there are still yachts tied up there and ten-year-old boys to eye them, perhaps I shall strike up a conversation with one of the boys and tell him how Monte Carlo looks at midnight and a little bit about Ulysses and Shelley and what it is like coming into the harbor at Ponza on a blazing summer afternoon. And, if he is not in a hurry to get back to school or to a television set, I shall attempt to describe, briefly, the color of the water as it looks to a swimmer in the Ionian Sea.