|Drone view of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware|
It has begun, the annual
|I think I see friends there in the upper right corner under the orange beach umbrella!|
Hey folks, who am I to complain? We don't make anything here on the east coast of Sussex County. At least the Sussex County natives who live more inland raise chickens and farm crops for a living. There are no steel mills (never were) or furniture factories around here. Back in a previous life, the natives here on the eastern shores of Rehoboth Beach, Lewes and Milton eked out a living fishing and making Mother of Pearl buttons by punching out old oyster shells. But those days are long gone folks, only to be seen in black and white photos in big picture books at the various historical society buildings in Lewes and Milton which very few people ever enter those doors (Bill and I being the exception).
Folks, this annual
We are a service orientated economy. Those folks are our lifeblood. Without them we would be just another musty, sleepy fishing village with a lot of memories.
|Works for me|
Instead, we're a vibrant, traffic congested, over priced restaurants, salt water taffy eating, feed-the-seagulls Thrashers French fries community. That said, we locals will now stay away from Rehoboth Beach until after Labor Day.
Touristias? It's all yours. Open those wallets and spend freely and try not to hit any of us locals as you speed down Route One towards your hot sands beach destination of the Atlantic Ocean.