Could everyone write one simple essay about something that once happened in Saltaire…that they saw or were a part of…and put it on one big website? Somebody should collect a lot of stories before we all forget. Otherwise it is like a line in “On The Beach” : The history of the war that now would never be written.” -(JO'H)
Monday, June 29, 2009
Big rainbow Friday evening over the bay bowing to the Village to say farewell to all that. All that wet grey spring, misty, musty. moldy. All that green damp boardwalk, spiders everywhere and those giant stinging ants, and mosquitos. Saturday, finally, the sun. Boards drying out. People coming out. Saturday afternoon one of those crazy great easy rolling surf perfect water temperature days when it seems that everyone in town is body surfing. Surfboarders paddling out to the bar off the incinerator, and off west walk now, and off east beach. Everywhere a new little break. The winter's sand pump created all new terrain for the water riders and much wave action to be discovered. And if you weren't in the water you were soaking up the sun, gathering the sand dollars unearthed from the dredging, eating the new ice cream Chip has supplied, catching up in front of the store, lobbing one over the net, breaking into the (still locked) field making up for missed ball games, unfurling sails snapping in the wind on shore one day, off shore the next. How was your winter, how was your winter? Who can recall? There's a horse shoe crab over there. It's summer. --- Big E.