Even a global pandemic can’t keep friends apart. For over thirty years, a group of friends from Greenpoint where I grew up, made the trek out to Montauk under the guise of a fishing trip. The trip was originally organized by one of New York’s bravest and his brother, and sadly both are no longer with us. But their spirit has guided the remaining friends over the last decade to continue the tradition. So, with masks firmly in place and more Purell than beer this year, the core ventured East.
The trip originally included a smaller group of friends but once word got out, many competed for an invitation to join the adventure. In the early days, the trip was arranged around golfing, fishing, bike rides, and an occasional basketball game. But