I love the trip to AC. Not to gamble. I love the board walk. People come from all over the country just to walk the boards. I can do it any time I wish. Is that cool or what? They appeal to all my senses. The sights are everywhere. The Casinos, the Believe it or not half falling down front, the peanut man. The Korean war memorial. Half way down a beautiful bronze statue of a larger than life young man and women. Running. From where, or to where I don't know. Both are quite naked. Nice art.
The aroma of fried onions and hamburgers. Hot dogs, and Greek gyros. The salt air of the Atlantic, being carried on the gentle breeze. Breathe deeply.
To miss the sounds would not be possible. The squawking gulls, a loud speaker playing country music, the distant roar of the breakers. I stop By an elderly man playing the clarinet. He has fingerless gloves. I put a dollar in the pot and ask him to play "Stranger on the Shore" He goes into the song without missing a note from the previous melody. He nods the instrument in my direction. Thanks.
I walk to the sandy beach, only a few souls here. A young man with a hooded sweat shirt. Having an animated conversation. Waving his arms about. He's all alone. I give him a wide berth. A flock of sea gulls hunkered in the sand. All facing into the wind. Did I mention the bronze statue?
Back at Resorts I pick up Cathy. Head north on the parkway. A nice ride north. The new Chevy purrs along. Dinner at the Edison Diner. Then head for 226 WP. Great day. A few hours of the History channel, then upstairs to bed. I will sleep peacefully.Aaah sleep. Sleep perchance to dream. Maybe I'll dream of the bronze statue.
