It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly. My friends would never surf with me–I’d wipe out and injure them all, probably before I even left the beach.
Tag: waves
From an article you can find at the LA Times here.

It rained ALL DAY here today–over 2″ of steady downpour from around 3 am to late afternoon, with occasional relapses into the evening. I sat around like a lump and wrote, read your blogs, deleted a lot of old email, and had Campbell’s Condensed Cream of Tomato Soup and a corn meal muffin for supper. 1500 words of novel written, too. Well, re-written from rough drafts–boring stuff there; no one died. My main character ate steak, potatoes, and sourdough bread and a nice grilled baby romaine, naked in a bathtub, chasing it down with whiskey and a good a Belgian wheat beer (that he demanded be served ice cold, much to the horror of his innkeeper)–well, not a Belgian, exactly, since that bathtub in on a partially terraformed frontier planet about as far from Earth as you can get without getting robbed by pirates, or the corrupt Navy that’s supposed to be it’s protector. But I I digress. We’re here for a restorative Summer Wonder photo–and after a day like today, there’s really no alternative to turning back to the beach for a traditional bright sunny stroll down the strand.
Random photos from the internet to you, via me.
About these posts and the photos in ’em: http://wp.me/p3AOvB-FN
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