Round Trip Pics

I took a roundabout route to the boat today to
continue varnishing, and dropped my sails off at

my favorite loft, Moorhouse Sails in Lumberton,
to have my main, jib, and main cover mended
and re-stitched as needed. Then I meandered
my way down to rt. 70, and headed east
to the shore. I knew there were several
landmarks that I'd pass and grabbed my
camera so as not to miss any opportunities.
Has anyone taken rt. 70 east to the shore and not
stopped at the Evergreen at least once?

Or at least not noticed the Hub Cap Superstore?

Up at the crack of ten, as my Father in law would say.
Dang, and Wendsday was my only window

of opportunity this week!

Another Jersey institution. The Red Top has got it
down. The place probably hasn't changed since

the first day open. Thank God.

100 yards east is the Green Top. They've been

there a long time as well, but compared to Red Top,
they've got a lot of work still to do.

A quiet, safe environment for your beloved pet.

Across the street from the American Legion Post,
Lacey Road, Bamber Lakes.
Do we need more information?

One of seemingly thousands of bogs in South

Jersey, full of bass, pickerel, and lily pads.

New Egypt. More like 2000 feet,

Emery's pies are never not ready.

Cream Ridge. Winter wheat feeling its oats.

Sudden Death Overtime

The New York Giants organization is one

of the most succesful professional sports

franchises in the entire world.

Many Giants fans spend half of a lifetime on

the waiting list for the opportunity to buy

season tickets. Imagine the poor fool who climbs

all of the way up to this seat, in this brand

new stadium, only to find his

line of sight is slightly encumbered.

He is certainly not beaming about his view.

Eli's comin'

The new home of Jimmy Hoffa and also of the

2010/2011 Super Bowl Champions,

the New York Giants.

The demolition is underway. Man, think of all the

championships, the mediocre play, the legends,

the bathroom brawls, the stinkin' rude, pot-smokin'

Jets' fans, fans throwing snowballs at the San Diego Chargers,

and that Ed the fireman dude who whips up the frenzied

J-E-T-S cheer. We saw Springsteen there,

Pink Floyd, U2, Springsteen, The Police, Peter Gabriel,

and of course, Bruce Springsteen among others.

Hypothetically, if we had season tickets,
this might be our view.

The Gridiron Club, which is accessible from some
of the best seats in the stadium. Indoor and warm in
cold weather, cool in the hot weather.
How ever do they keep track of the game while
getting their snacks?

This is where I'd spend most of my money,
at the sushi bar. Hamachi, Uni and Toro.
That's all I need. I might as well eat it in
the parking lot, because this is probably as close
as I will ever get to this sushi bar again.

And this is my pick for the best seat in the house.
Not too close to field level, not too high. Right on the
50 yard line. Also the last time I will probably
ever be here.

Fish and ships

No surprise by now my interest in boats.

This was my attempt, at 13 or 14, to shape

a half-tonner out of pine. She's a little chunky

in the mid-section and the keel may be a bit

too thick, but good effort. The mast might appear

a touch short and the shrouds are detached

and fouled. Reminds me of Grimalkin, a little.

This E-scow was rasped and planed by memory ,

and I do believe I did a bang-up job on it.

My only regret was not being able to put a crown

on the deck for authenticity. Oh well.

The crown jewel. This must have been fashioned

in the late 40's. My dad shaped this

Jersey Speed Skiff at 829, no doubt.

Back in his day, these were THE fast boats on the

water. Never mind scarabs and cigarettes and bajas.

The Jersey Skiffs were the bees' knees.

Apparently this little beauty was painted

powder blue at one time. I think I'd like to be

cremated with this when the time comes.

It seems like half of the time my wife eats at Masa,

I'm at work. She is a thoughtful person, however,

and brought me home a spicy tuna roll.

(Our plate) I love her an awful lot

Our house, in the middle of our street

When in doubt, give 'em driveway chalk.

Kids love to map out neighborhoods,

find their inner graffiti artists,

be goofy. Go figure.

P.S.- Could you tell I was wearing shorts?

There's no place like home..........

CSI Lawrenceville.
I always think of Bert the chimney sweep
when I see my kids' chalk drawings,
and when it rained on all of his sidewalk art.


Love goes where my rosemary grows.

We got the table top replaced.
Luckily at about half the price expected.

We had to soften the round plastic umbrella

ring in boiling water before inserting it in the

umbrella hole. Kinda like molding your kids'

mouthpieces for field hockey and lacrosse.

The trees were all cleaned up.
Thank you neighbors. Alot.

Check out the long late-day shadow of the chalk pail.

The peace sign points almost dead north,

just about the same bearing where I find the

north star off the rim of the big dipper's bucket

every night when I take the dog out to do her thing.