When you live at the beach and go there often, as I do, to read and swim or walk and think, you recognize those who come only now and again. A special day at the beach. Often new families drive out to bring young children, as no small child hates the beach. Generally, without the benefit of a cart it means a lot of lugging. Young kids require stuff, and on weekends moms and dads come over the dunes with chairs and coolers, floats, shovels, buckets and umbrellas and more things than can comfortably be carried for a few hours of joy at the beach. This woman brought a curly haired small child and most probably a grandmother. They played near the water while she sat a distance away, on a smart yellow striped towel. They had the plastic sand toys, but traveled lighter than most, there was no dad in the group. The leather bag signaled novice to the veterans. It turned cloudy and dripped raindrops for a bit before turning solidly to rain, chasing most from the beach.