829 Southdrive

829 Southdrive

A New Jersey state of mind

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Wednesday, June 27, 2012


I traveled to Philly in search of some Pho (Fuh),
but drove past Reading Terminal, wait......... huh?

I had a roast pork sandwich at Tommy Dinic's (Dinitch's),
who uses broccoli rabes insteads of spinaches.

Knowing I was close to Siu Kee Duck House,
I bought 3 wings and 2 quails, (not 2 grouse).

The roasted fowl all hung in the window with care,
with hopes that Baydog soon would be there.

The aroma it encircled my head like a wreath,
and left grease on my fingers and a bone in my teeth.

No Vietnamese beef noodle soup this time down.
But it's only 35 minutes to Chinatown!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


Perpetual Vision

Perpetual adoration

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Photography for Bloggers: Second Opinion

Don't be afraid to look like a photo-blogging geek.  If you want 
some good shots, you have to be nosy sometimes.  When I show
up at Beaton's any more, I think they all pretty much know another
post is coming.  Not that they all rush to read it.

Silent Maid's dinghy Maid Service.

Hoist pit at Beaton's.  I can't even begin to imagine how many
classic boats have sat here, including my not so classic Merit 25
a bunch of times.

It wouldn't be a true visit if I didn't walk to the end of the T dock
and say hello.  She enjoyed my presence.  The skipper was
nowhere to be found.

Doryman, you've shown interest in this old girl before.

Catboat row, surprisingly still full two weeks ago.

I had a feeling I'd find Charley in here after having come back
north from the winter in the Florida Keys and Beyond.

It's almost like these guys expect to be chronicled once in a while.
Paul took it in stride that I was behind him snapping photos.
I no longer feel like I'm intruding.

Myth has been a popular subject lately in our little group of 
Barnegat Bay bloggers.

Charley sanding the teak hatch covers from his Tartan 27.  Having 
just recently sold the boat, he was doing some last minute sprucing
and hoping that the new owner would treat her with as much respect.

He reminds me of another guy who took great pride in his work.

Accidental cool photo.  Standing in the rain outside of the main shed,
I took this picture of Charley sanding and later saw my own reflection
in the window pane.  There must be a certain name for that.

Charley's Tartan.  Just the teak and the bottom needed attention
and delivery was around the corner.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


There's been a distraction of sorts lately that's been preventing
me from spending any meaningful time doing what I've come to
really enjoy:  blogging.  It involves engaging my brain and tapping 
my experience and creative juices in order to justify a paycheck 
that I am once again depositing on Fridays.  This requirement 
severely reduces the countless free hours to which I had become 
quite accustomed. I log on much less frequently these days, and 
often feel as if the blogosphere is passing me by.  I know this 
happens to most folks at some point in their blogging lives, 
and I'd rather get this out of the way now and look forward to a 
more prolific presence in the near future.  
Presently, I survive vicariously through my friends' posts.
Luckily, they all continue to provide fresh, original content for me
to pore over at the end of the night, while eating my re-heated 
slices of Buffalo-Chicken pizza and garlic knots.  
This could certainly be the death of me.  I must be strong.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Photography for Bloggers: First Opinion

Wow.  The Blogmeister is asking his disciples for advice on ways 
to use original photography instead of always going to the Google
Images archives.  My first opinion on this topic is:  Have your
camera (or iphone) with you at all times.  How often have you
been somewhere and thought, this would be a great subject
for a blog post?  After you've caught the blogging bug, you're 
more often than not on the lookout for that unique opportunity
to snap a photo or two of something you've happened to stumble
upon, or more likely, what you thought you might see in your
endeavors.  Guilty as charged.  

I've seen this sign dozens of times over the years in the men's head
at Beaton's Boatyard.  It hangs over the urinal.  On Monday, as I
almost always do when I visit, I drove directly to the bathroom
building to get some relief before beginning my sniff around the
hallowed grounds.  I actually went back to the car to get the camera
and snapped this shot.  After all these years, I finally did what I 
always thought I should have done.  Hopefully both of you
readers will appreciate my effort.

Have your camera (or iphone) with you at all times.