Alinor told me about a 67-year old man who was found dead yesterday in Long Island Sound about a mile along the shoreline from where we swim. He lived on Clam Island, one of the low, bare bits of rock on which people have been perching houses since the late 19c.
He was fully dressed, so it doesn’t seem to have been a case of swimming gone wrong, though it’s not clear how or why he got into the water. What is clear is that however he got in — falling, tripping, a stroke — he wasn’t able to support himself in what Conrad calls “the destructive element.”
I went on my afternoon swim anyway — it won’t be gorgeous September swimming weather much longer — but not as far as I usually go. The wind blew hard out of the southwest, and the waves were choppy.