...the middle of July, when Peg and I pack up and join a whole bunch of family in beach houses on Long Beach Island.
Surf City, where the house we've rented every year for nearly the last decade is located, was very very well protected by dunes and a long, steep beach, so our place came through Hurricane Sandy pretty much untouched. Which makes us very happy.
The last two years we've been able to make use of a nearby open wifi node and I'm assuming it's still going to be there, so my presence online will likely be pretty much unchanged. In fact, I suspect that if I didn't post this message, no one would even notice that we were on vacation...
Maybe this year I'll post photos from my phone or something so you can see more of where we hang out than the WWI munitions warning signs.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Surf City, where the house we've rented every year for nearly the last decade is located, was very very well protected by dunes and a long, steep beach, so our place came through Hurricane Sandy pretty much untouched. Which makes us very happy.
The last two years we've been able to make use of a nearby open wifi node and I'm assuming it's still going to be there, so my presence online will likely be pretty much unchanged. In fact, I suspect that if I didn't post this message, no one would even notice that we were on vacation...
Maybe this year I'll post photos from my phone or something so you can see more of where we hang out than the WWI munitions warning signs.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.