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vicarzTonight between 10:30 and midnight f-16 fighter jets may engage in combat training missions over DC...if they don’t get rained out again? We’ll take on dog fighting jets but not thunderclaps? Do pilots fear rain in their hair? If anyone has visitors in town, walk along the potomac for a night-time stroll with them tonight, then when you are 'surprised' by fighter jets zoomming down the river, dive into the grass with your arms over your head screaming "Oh dear mother of god, not again!" It'll be worth it for the panic you inspire!
I went with my mommy to a neat beach that is only a sliver of land long, but easy to get to and rather quaint. It’s called “Point Lookout” which is odd, for most beaches have noun-like names as opposed to a string of verbs and exclamations. Most of the beach on this little peninsula has washed away, but they have surrounded the area with large rocks and that odd black plastic burlap material in a desperate attempt not to let the ocean take the land back out to sea. It seems the B&B / hotel at the end of the land has been fenced off and turned into some sort of military monitoring station, with seagulls perched on a geometric device of some sort. My money is on the ocean.
The rocks were covered with bizarre little bugs, about .5 to 1.5 “ long. They looked like potato bugs (scientific name = “Rolly Polly bugs”) only sharper. Imagine the sports-car version of a rolly-potato bug. They all were darting about right where the water was lapping up against the rocks. I did not tap them to see if they also rolled into cute little balls of bug.
The beach was 85% Hispanic and 15% Asian populated. Mom and I were the only crackers around, since the name José is not obvious at first glance. I was again discouraged to see so many chubby children - are things really that different now? I don’t remember kids being this chunky! I don’t mean like teenagers, I mean 7, 9, 11 year olds here. Odd. The only people I saw in shape were young to mid-teen boys - the girls did not match in that regard. It’s ok for us old fuckers to be fat - we have jobs for crying out loud.
Beach was nice - I am now exfoliated! My feet are almost human! I need to walk in the sand more often.
It turned out that this was the beach of the living dead, or the dead dead rather. It seems during the civil war the area was used as a prisoner of war camp. Prisoners were only given tents to live in with horrid conditions, leading to a large percentage of prisoners dying in the camp itself. Shit, we whine about ww2 internment of the Japanese - see what the old white boys did to each other? Around Halloween it seems they have ghost tours of the area, as it is supposed to be haunted. Freak beach?
A very serious advantage of the are is the lack of commercialization as it’s on a state park ($3 per person to enter thanks to republicans) and it is relatively easy to get there down Branch Ave - 301/5 since there are no bridges or bottlenecks to contend with. Next time you’re joinzin for sand but don’t want to fuck with the bay bridge - this is the way to go.
On echo beach, far away in time...
I made my last car payment this month, and the title just arrived in the mail. I think this means it is about to catch on fire.
I went with my mommy to a neat beach that is only a sliver of land long, but easy to get to and rather quaint. It’s called “Point Lookout” which is odd, for most beaches have noun-like names as opposed to a string of verbs and exclamations. Most of the beach on this little peninsula has washed away, but they have surrounded the area with large rocks and that odd black plastic burlap material in a desperate attempt not to let the ocean take the land back out to sea. It seems the B&B / hotel at the end of the land has been fenced off and turned into some sort of military monitoring station, with seagulls perched on a geometric device of some sort. My money is on the ocean.
The rocks were covered with bizarre little bugs, about .5 to 1.5 “ long. They looked like potato bugs (scientific name = “Rolly Polly bugs”) only sharper. Imagine the sports-car version of a rolly-potato bug. They all were darting about right where the water was lapping up against the rocks. I did not tap them to see if they also rolled into cute little balls of bug.
The beach was 85% Hispanic and 15% Asian populated. Mom and I were the only crackers around, since the name José is not obvious at first glance. I was again discouraged to see so many chubby children - are things really that different now? I don’t remember kids being this chunky! I don’t mean like teenagers, I mean 7, 9, 11 year olds here. Odd. The only people I saw in shape were young to mid-teen boys - the girls did not match in that regard. It’s ok for us old fuckers to be fat - we have jobs for crying out loud.
Beach was nice - I am now exfoliated! My feet are almost human! I need to walk in the sand more often.
It turned out that this was the beach of the living dead, or the dead dead rather. It seems during the civil war the area was used as a prisoner of war camp. Prisoners were only given tents to live in with horrid conditions, leading to a large percentage of prisoners dying in the camp itself. Shit, we whine about ww2 internment of the Japanese - see what the old white boys did to each other? Around Halloween it seems they have ghost tours of the area, as it is supposed to be haunted. Freak beach?
A very serious advantage of the are is the lack of commercialization as it’s on a state park ($3 per person to enter thanks to republicans) and it is relatively easy to get there down Branch Ave - 301/5 since there are no bridges or bottlenecks to contend with. Next time you’re joinzin for sand but don’t want to fuck with the bay bridge - this is the way to go.
On echo beach, far away in time...
I made my last car payment this month, and the title just arrived in the mail. I think this means it is about to catch on fire.
