OCEAN CITY, NEW JERSEY

Believe it or not

I had never been on a vacation.


Mom and Daddy were too poor

and too busy

and Larry was always working

and not interested in wasting time

vacationing.


So when Wes asked me to go

to South Jersey where he was born and raised

and then over to Ocean City

for a weekend


I wobbled for a few minutes

(how much would it cost me? ought I to do it?)

then I said "yes".


I packed my shorts and tops

and sandals

and off we went.


It was summer, so the ride was beautiful

winding roads, pine trees so tall

frilly curtained diners to eat at

sweet little towns full of antique shops


and, finally, flat New Jersey highways

taking us to the ocean.


We stood on the boardwalk

watching frothy waves come rolling in

only to collapse and die on the gritty sand


and people, people everywhere!


Seagulls swooped and cawed

and fought over bits of hotdogs

abandoned on the beach


and the sun covered us

with heat and sweat.



I said to Wes

"Most of these people are half naked!"


and Wes said to me

"Well, that's the way the world is nowadays."


His take on life was so different

than mine

because I wanted to run out and yell at everybody get dressed

(especially all the beautiful young things)


but Wes was willing to let it be.


I liked that about him.

I think it made him less nervous

than I was.


He had no need to control the world.


I hadn't brought a swimsuit

since I didn't have one

and couldn't swim anyway


so Wes bought a brightly colored umbrella

and a blanket

and I laid on the blanket

under the umbrella

and watched him as he caught the waves

and swam back and forth

and watched all the people

running to the water

screaming and shouting and having fun

and fell asleep.


My feet got terribly sunburned

red swollen hurtful

so that I couldn't even wear my sandals

and had to go barefoot


but I had big cokes loaded with crushed ice

and caramel popcorn and salt water taffy and cucumber sandwiches

and our hotel room was air-conditioned

and life was good!




Wes!


Me in our hotel room


Wes writes my name in the sand





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