MEMORIES: Went down the shore, but …
… It’s just not the same.
On the way down, I didn’t listen to the political shows. Like you tolerated. When you were having those bad days, I put the oldies. I know you were back going to the shore with your gal pals many decades ago. I didn’t want to disturb the happy illusion. Even when you sang the ”Bayonne” lyrics to Petula Clark’s Downtown. That’s how I knew where and when you were.
It was your kind of day. Cold. Street breeze. Tiny waves, sorry.
Parked by the house. Test the size of the posters. Yeah, you’d be suitably embarrassed. They are large. I’ll need H’s help to put them up correctly. Have to behind the faux frame. They should last eons. Much to your chagrin.
Some tourists taking their pics in front of the Jersey Shore house. What rubes! To worship at a shrine to what?
Left the car by the house, walked to Casino Pier, for the exercise, played poker. In those dumb machines.
I was going to have fries if I lost. And lunch if you won. Just like we always did. Cheapest beer if I had to pay. Top shelf if it was on you. … All to hear you pseudo whine “sure when I’m buying, nothing but the best”. Ahh the games we used to play.
But the casino pier manageress broke the spell and asked where you were, looking around for you. What could I do but tell her?
I just finished and left. Unable to complete the mission.
But Jimbo’s was still closed for the season. Any way.
So I went to Klee’s but it’s just not the same.
Maybe it just too soon?
Can’t even think of a good “Church” quote to cover it!
Argh!
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Song lyric when I was driving down: “And what am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you.”
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Reinke Faces Life 