Come On, Irene

Hampton Beach, New Hampshire, August 2011.  I mean, like, come on, Irene.  Seriously.  I woke up Monday morning with high hopes.  Rockaway Beach, my old haunt, was experiencing solid 6-foot swell.  (This after 10-15 foot waves throttled the coast on Sunday.)  So I checked the report for Hampton: 2-3 feet.  Not awful.  Not inspiring, either.  But it was 80 degrees and sunny, people were out and about, including many scantily clad young ladies, and the lineup wasn't too crowded.  Could be worse.