Down the shore without a cello

Yes, I was down the shore without a cello … not quite as bad as being up the creek without a paddle. I hated to leave my cello at home, but I didn’t want to risk bringing it down the shore for fear of getting sand in the f-hole. Beach sand sticks to everything.

(By the way, “down the shore” = “at the beach” in Jersey jargon)

I used to like the beach a lot when I was little, but the older I get, the less I like it.

Do I look like I’m having fun?

The sandcastle construction crew on the job

Me (looking a little more normal than above) with Hubby’s two sisters and children
Hubby and niece in the waves
Hubby and nephew splashing
OK … I have to admit, there are some fun things at the Jersey shore besides the predictable sandcastles, waves, seashells, sand-dunes, and tide-pools. Being down the shore provides the perfect opportunity to experience a carnival atmosphere, observe the tattooed masses, view bizarre body piercings, and sample some of the best taste treats the world has to offer.

That’s all part of the BOARDWALK EXPERIENCE - a tacky hoot that defies description. Of particular note: Maruca’s Tomato Pies, Midway’s grilled sausage and pepper sandwiches, Kohr’s orangeade and frozen custard, Midway’s freshly made lemonade, Freeman’s Carousel, Berkley Sweet Shop’s saltwater taffy, bumper cars with blasting music, Skeeball, tacky prizes, air hockey, and Zoltar (the wish-booth made famous in the movie “Big”).

It’s a Jersey thing. Anybody that’s been there, done that knows what I mean.

But anyway, after 5 days away, I’m happier than ever to be home with my cello again.