JULY 27, WEDNESDAY
The usual coffee, newspaper and breakfast on the front deck.
I called a real estate appraiser to come over and give me an idea what the condo was worth, but he was busy today and way too hot. He'll come over tomorrow.
This was the hottest of a whole bunch of hot days as of yet. It was brutal. Even those nice breezes you get at the beach weren't there in the morning.
Eventually, it did get a breeze and I took a walk along the beach.
Later took a ride to Surf City and crossed the landmark old (1950s) swing bridge that will be replaced starting in the fall and saw a place with a whole lot of cars out front and decided to check it out. After some difficulty find a parking spot, I went inside the Shuckin' Shack. Fortunately, there was a seat at the bar. They had $2.50 bottles of Red Stripe on Wednesdays, so ordered several.
Best of all, they had lobster rolls on the menu, something I've been wanting to try for a long time. It is like a lobster hot dog with chunks of that delicacy. It was as good as I thought.
The entertainer at the Trailer Bar had not yet started so went back to Mom's place and sat out on both front decks and watched another sunset.
-- RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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