gbaglo
Senior Member
Nothing more social distancing than being dead.
Hi: All... Here we go again!!! This Pan Dem ic is becoming a royal wave. I don't know how much more staying home I can take.Alf
escape artist N.S. of Lake Erie![]()
Nothing more social distancing than being dead.
Hi: camp4528...There are plenty of interesting stories in the Key West Cemetery - well worth a (non-permanent) visit.
This one is for Alf.
Anyone who has lived on a coast can understand this if they have spent time growing up with a beach. The family takes you to the beach in high summer as an outing that helps everyone cool off. A nice day far away from routine life back on the block. The walk from the car, spreading out the blanket on hot sand, the umbrella, maybe a cooler with sandwiches, and of course, being surrounded by others with their children. And the surf.
You rush to the surf. It knocks you down, you sit down in it, the sun is shining, you love it all washing over you. You walk out toward the horizon until you are neck deep in the water and you paddle around in it. Such a great way to spend a hot summer day.
That’s the way I grew up. It was the fifties, Ike, our kindly, honest, grandfather, was President, the world made perfect sense to me. It really was morning in America.
Things have changed so much since then. Now, we are on the verge of a great challenge, one that if there is justice in this world, will potentially bring us back to that feeling of promise for great things ahead.
Nice allegory Myron
Couldn’t agree more. I did not grow up around the ocean. With us it was creeks and rivers. We learned first to always wade upstream so if you stepped into a drop off, the current would carry you out not deeper. We learned not to walk along cut banks especially in the spring when they could give way. We learned not to walk on thin ice to get to a spearing area in winter without two picks on a cord around our neck in case we went through. And we learned how to build a fire and always carry a waterproof match case in the winter. I’m not concerned with what happens in the next ten days, I’ve voted, the auditor took the ballots from me personally on the curb in front of the courthouse. I trust her whether she’s politically oriented the same as I am or not. I’m setting on a rock with my feet in the water. I’m eating a can of sardines with my hobo knife and drinking water out of my World War II canteen with the canvas cover and wool felt lining. I am 14 again.
Iowa Dave
Or, come election day, if we are forced back into the surf, we can be caught looking back at the beach and not see the wave rushing behind us and it will cover us, submerge us, and then a vortex of undercurrent will catch us and drag us out to sea, and we will all drown.
My dad called inland streams and lakes "sweet water." When I took my very much younger brother camping in the woods I always brought along bacon. Not just because we liked it, but because bacon fat was a great way to get our campfire to stay lit.
I remember that canned bacon.
My dad called inland streams and lakes "sweet water." When I took my very much younger brother camping in the woods I always brought along bacon. Not just because we liked it, but because bacon fat was a great way to get our campfire to stay lit.
My memory is that it was pretty good. Of course it’s been 60 years and I was always hungry.
Did you ever eat it?. We had spam too along with sardines, anchovies, and kippered herring.
Iowa Dave