The doctor said walk every day. The beach south of the Santa Monica Pier will do – the beach at the end of the continent. That seems appropriate. "I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me." ~ Thursday, February 7, 2019