Air Force Transport, Barnegat Inlet, 8/26/13

Whaddya think? VP and P in 2016?

The Giving Tree

I've read this to my girls dozens of times. The

fable does not ever get old.   

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It was the best of times, it was the best of times. 

 The summer of '78 was my last total feel-good summer.

Nana was still alive, my cousins still came down every weekend,

we were racing three boats every summer Saturday, and the goings-

on around 829 Southdrive were as they always had been since the

beginning of time: Epic.  In my mind at least.

Mary Wagner died the following summer, and all of a sudden

our idyllic summer haven teetered on extinction. By then, my Dad

had become disenchanted with the rat-race of driving three hours

each way to his childhood summer house from Lancaster, Pa. 

A steady crew was harder and harder to find for the E scow, 

and the combination of excessive motorboat traffic and waves

on the racecourse drove my Dad to take stock.  There was always 

a distant estuary to the south that called him home.  The Chesapeake.

I still have dreams about that house at the end of South Drive, 

and almost always, I'm in the current owners' domain, while they're

not there.  Convenient, huh?  Weird though.

My readers (2) by now should be able to appreciate the 

nostalgic side to their author.  Humor me please. 

British Woody

Can either George or any of my British friends identify this car?