|Celebrating "The Fourth" on Rehoboth Beach boardwalk this morning|
This morning I took an early morning walk on the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach. The air was already heavy with heat and humidity but that was okay, this is summertime. I love it!
I walked the length of the boardwalk back and forth which is a total of two miles. During my walk I captured this image of a group of young guys headed to the beach with the flag. I had to be quick with my iPhone to capture this image. This is the flavor of the weekend, The Fourth.
After my walk on the boardwalk I took a long and leisurely walk through some of the neighborhoods, including going past one of my former friend's house (he was there). That's another whole story that I won't go into here, maybe another time. He used to come down with his friend but I just found out his friend died late last year from colon cancer. I would like to express my sympathy but I don't want to renew the friendship because there is nothing there.
After my morning sojourn in Rehoboth I headed out to Rt. 1 to do some shopping at Walmart. Already Rt. 1 was heaving with southbound traffic of folks coming down "to the beach for the Fourth." God bless 'em! That's our bread and butter. We have no industry here in southern Delaware other than the Atlantic Ocean and all the ancillary services that we can provide to make the tourists and day trippers happy and hopefully leave a lot of money behind to get us through the winter.
I have off today and tomorrow but I do go to work on Monday, which I'm not looking forward to mainly because parking will be a bitch in Lewes. Parking is always difficult in Lewes but on the Fourth it is almost impossible. That's the trouble with small towns likes Lewes, they want the tourists and the business but the parking is abysmal.
Some good news, I just got a call from a fellow blogger. He would like to stop by late tomorrow afternoon with his partner to hang out with me and Bill. Tomorrow is our 47th anniversary. Yep, forty-seven years ago I walked over to the other side of the Westbury Bar on 15th and Spruce Streets in Philadelphia and thanked that handsome man who had been sending me drinks for the past month or so. I figured after all that expense the least I could do was thank him. Little did I know that I would be spending the rest of my life with him! Just goes to show you how fate works. I wonder where I would be today if I hadn't gone over and thanked Bill on that warm summer night in the city. Something to think about for sure.