'I spend about two weeks each year on the Pacific Coast, in a little fishing town that for all intents and purposes, shuts down about nine o’clock every night. Maybe ten on weekends.
Drive through town after that and you’ll see a lot of empty sidewalks and dark buildings. Even the bay lies still and quiet.
When I first arrive for vacation, me being a night owl, I buck the current. I write, read, or star gaze until around midnight or one o’clock in the morning. By about the third night, though, I start getting tired around eleven-thirty, and usually by the time I have to return to the real world, I’m used to going to bed not long after sunset.'
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