sorry wolfgang got kicked off the beach. you can have a big party and blow off an arsenal of fireworks and bombs in the park right next to residential buildings terrorizing elders and dogs and cats but you can't swim with your dog in the blazing heat. cockamamie city. so i guess i'll try my luck i say, if not i'll see you at 63rd. yeah, they can't police the whole lakefront. me and lulu wade in and put our stuff on a half submerged rock and swim to our hearts content and the dread beach popo stays in his shady nook in the hot dog stand. love it.