July always ends with the little tradition that we’ve had for the past seven years, where Andrew and I spend time out in Montauk. We have our summer rituals out there but the big thing missing this time is our favorite old hotel, The East Deck, with it suddenly closing down and all. It won’t be exactly the same, but on with the show. So we rented a small cottage by the ocean and packed a car, surfboard on top. With beach towels, a couple of overnight bags and books, stopping by a stand for some peaches on the way out.