Same old Revere Beach

REVERE - There is no place more crazy, more wonderful, or more American than Revere Beach.

On Monday afternoon, the handsome promenade was jammed with every conceivable variety of personage. Huge, rambling families gathered on the stone wall, leaning over pizza boxes, chomping on folded-over slices. Old-timers sat in folding chairs with their backs to the sea and sand, faces tilted to the sun, chests leathery brown. Teenaged boys with pants pulled low stood watching giggling girls parade in bikini tops or teeter on high heels. One language yielded to another every few feet: Russian, Spanish, Reverian English.

There were Haitian kids under a shelter, Bangladeshi Muslims by the bandstand, Brazilians at the volleyball nets.

What Revere Beach has in common with Brazil comes down to just one thing: "The sun is the same," said Nivea Carbonara, 28, who has come here every summer weekend for 10 years. Still, she said, "You can always find friends here."

Planes slid low and slow down the beach on their way to Logan. Cars rolled in the opposite direction, windows down, stereos doof-doofing hip-hop, rock, or reggae.

It was heaven.

It usually is. Mornings at Revere Beach belong to the locals who have been coming here for decades. On sunny mornings, a bunch of long-timers park themselves on the benches outside the Jack Satter elderly housing complex, a few doors up from Kelly's Roast Beef. They were there yesterday around 9, enduring an icy wind.

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