A destination?
A way of life... a philosophy,
if you will. But more to the point, that place in between a dream and waking up,
what’s the scientific term for that? Oh yeah, Oyster Bay.
Back in 2018 I was in the middle of sweet little
catamaran ride down the swells of Oyster Bay with my confidante Roberto Mucho (an
Ivory smuggler/philanthropist...on the run from Interpol, something to do with Phil Collins.
I didn’t ask) we were finishing the better half of a bottle of chassagne mantrachette when suddenly light of the moon danced across the surface of the sea and we both knew in that moment... only in Oyster Bay.