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but thy eternal summer shall not fade

With the windows rolled down and the summer pop-punk music blasting, the two friends cruised the Garden State Parkway at 75 miles per hour, heading south onto the Jersey Cape as the sun disappeared to the west, its streaks reflecting off aviators while a salty scent of ocean air swept through the vintage 80’s K-car.  Their conversation hadn’t stopped in over an hour…

“… It would be simple and affordable.  And cute of course.  I’d bring her a flower, but just one.  Unless it’s a special occasion because I wouldn’t want to overdo it or freak her out.  It wouldn’t be a rose either.  They’re nice but for a simple date, I’d prefer something, I don’t know, more playful I guess.. like a white carnation.”

“Definitely!  And I would leave something on her doorstep because its all about the surprises and what could be better than waking up to something like that?”

“See boss, we’re thinking on those courtly love levels again, and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s just not at all what they really want, even though they’ll say all day that it is.”

The song faded as the car slowed to a stop at the traffic light on Stone Harbor Boulevard, a place that was a heart ache for the driver.  Don’t call me peanut by Bayside was next on the ipod shuffle.

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aftermath

I think Hurricane Irene spoiled me a little bit.  Last night Wildwood was still a ghost town, and mostly all the flooding had receded.  The ocean had went back to its rightful place, leaving behind massive pools and puddles on the beach.  The bay returned to normal and the wind dissipated.  Irene left behind a chilly summer’s night I again had the island all to myself, cruising about on my bike, down the boardwalk which suffered minor damage and through the streets.  Groups of people would pop up here and there and a pizza shop was open for business on Pacific Avenue.  My house was untouched and the power never went out.  For a hurricane Irene wasn’t nearly as bad as she could have been.  However, let’s not underestimate her strength, for some people in North Carolina lost everything due to her.  For them, Irene wasn’t all “just a bunch of hype.”  One of those most powerful images that came from the storm was of the Stinson family sitting on steps surrounded by water where their now nonesxistant cottage once stood in Nags Head, North Carolina.  Such a moving and heart stirring picture.   Continue reading “aftermath” »

me, myself and Irene

I never thought it could happen, that Wildwood would lose its beach.  I thought for sure it would be awfully bizarre if the ocean actually came up onto the island being that the beaches are so gigantic.  We often joke about them saying we have to “Walk across the Sahara” to get to the sea, or it’s a place you might run into TuskenRaiders.. now, it’s submerged.  The ocean has swept up against and under the boardwalk and spilled onto the island.  The bay side has flooded too and also extended onto the island and up to the Garden State Parkway which had reported tornadoes touching down earlier this evening. Continue reading “me, myself and Irene” »