Being father to a daughter with a boyfriend: Feelings just catapult

We don't do the beach the easy way. We drive too long, then walk too far, lugging way too much stuff. The way Eisenhower stormed vital sand, so do we.

On our most recent beach visit, we had only 80 or so folks join us. A healthy mob, sure, but it could've been much more of a mess were it not for the hardship involved in merely getting there. (Imagine if I served the margaritas without accidentally dipping my thumb into the plastic cup, then loudly licking it clean. We might very well break 100.)

Joining us for this last beach trip of the year is the younger daughter's out-of-town boyfriend, a friendly lad in a "Reagan-Bush '84" T-shirt and a little too much chisel to...