Turn of the century kids playing in the sand by a dock
somewhere in Bay Head, New Jersey. The Twentieth
Century, that is.
An actual organ grinder, with a monkey! I can just imagine the kids
running down the lane, giggling, with fresh scrapple in their hands!
The Breeches Buoy, a mainstay device for rescuing shipwreck
survivors back in the day. These days you can ride one through
a rainforest on an eco-tour and pay a healthy sum to do so.
A surfboat being re-set for a future rescue call.
Sneakboxes racing off the main dock at Bay Head Yacht Club.
To this day they have a somewhat strict dress code on Yacht Club
premises. I can't recall ever wearing slacks on a dock in the
summer. Or shoes for that matter.
Now this is more my and my ancestors' speed.
The upper Metedeconk. My neck of the woods, well before
I ever had a neck. My predecessors likely had some more
dirt under their fingernails than the fancier clad folk lining the
main dock at BHYC. And that's just fine by me.