Saturday, June 17, 2006


Maryland/Dakar: Friends with boats...
That's the beauty of finally living by the ocean. Every summer I vow that I'll drive up to Annapolis to either take sailing lessons or latch onto a group of wealthy schooner-owning bon vivants. (There's always the Potomac, but who knows what you'll float up against there - Jimmy Hoffa, overstock from Bob's Bargain Organ Trafficking, detritus from a Georgetown keg party...)

As evidenced by an absence of funnel cake, NC-17-rated t-shirts and high school graduation parties, the photo above was not taken in Ocean City. To read more about Yoff Beach, see the May 2006 archives.

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6 Comments:

At 8:55 PM, Anonymous katjjames said...

You won't find Jimmy Hoffa. He is in Michigan. You may, however, find biohazard waste or a body (or two). Maybe if it is cold enough you can take the organs and sell them.

 
At 6:31 PM, Blogger Gette said...

I could've sworn I saw Jimmy when we filled the outhouse pit...

 
At 3:25 PM, Anonymous dcchick said...

how can a beach be a beach without funnel cake? oh wait a minute, this ain't the joysey shore!

 
At 5:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cool pictures! It's sort of like a travel-logue, minus the boring parts and with witty observations.

 
At 10:10 PM, Anonymous droppedbaby said...

I live by a lake myself. I am single and a member of the blue collar workforce, so of course I have never been to the lake, but I am told its reeeaaal nice.

 
At 7:49 PM, Anonymous katjjames said...

If you didnot find Jimmy, you have more problems than an old outhouse pit.

 

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