Well, midweek for me, since I started this vacation on Friday. Looks like everything is running smoothly here.
Once again, I'm writing from "How You Brewin'" on Long Beach Boulevard in Surf City. (Where there are "two girls for every boy", as
the Beach Boys say, but Peggy is steadfastly refusing to let me complete my set. Meanie. )
So far. beach week has been, well, odd. We're trapped in this strange little microclimate, low 80s, misty and windy, while towns everywhere off the island
are 90s and muggy. Part of that seems to be distant side effects of the hurricane coming up the coast, even though it's well out to sea and unlikely to
come near us. Still, it's good weather for sitting and reading on the deck, and it does get sunny enough here and there that I'll probably end up with
a fair tan.
Oh, and I'm going into COH withdrawal.
Look for me on Saturday night, unless I decide to ramble on in on Thursday or thereabouts.
Later all.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Once again, I'm writing from "How You Brewin'" on Long Beach Boulevard in Surf City. (Where there are "two girls for every boy", as
the Beach Boys say, but Peggy is steadfastly refusing to let me complete my set. Meanie. )
So far. beach week has been, well, odd. We're trapped in this strange little microclimate, low 80s, misty and windy, while towns everywhere off the island
are 90s and muggy. Part of that seems to be distant side effects of the hurricane coming up the coast, even though it's well out to sea and unlikely to
come near us. Still, it's good weather for sitting and reading on the deck, and it does get sunny enough here and there that I'll probably end up with
a fair tan.
Oh, and I'm going into COH withdrawal.
Look for me on Saturday night, unless I decide to ramble on in on Thursday or thereabouts.
Later all.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.