Lunch at Moe's is a tradition as well. Poor Keely. How can she be so blind to the tug of the sea? I was fidgeting and squirming, watching sailboats out on the bay (Ok, there were only 2 of them, but still . . .) while she sat there calmly eating Slumgillion and watching the sun sink slowly towards the sea. As it got dark at about 4, I didn't get on the water that day.