Missing towels. A package at the ferry. No coffee. A green pool. A thermostat at 85°.
Missing towels. A package at the ferry. No coffee. A green pool. A thermostat at 85°.
For over 20 years, Fire Island has been my home away from home. Season shares with strangers. Weekends with friends. Last-minute escapes when the city got too hot.
And one constant: arriving to a house that wasn’t quite ready. The first two hours spent fixing what should have been done.
We’re the people who handle those two hours before you arrive — so you walk in and the weekend has already started.