I don’t have a damn to write about. I think I might have writer’s block. Perhaps something sufficiently entertaining/horrifying will occur over the weekend. Until then, here’s a beach post from summer that’s been languishing in drafts for a few months.
Here’s the giant, Plexiglas Alfred E. Neuman statue that’s mounted on the roof of a carnival game. He use to have something in his hand—I think a shovel or an ax—but it’s long gone. I grew up on a steady diet of Mad Magazine and when I saw this for the first time I almost wept. Some little animals have thrown mud balls on his face. Bastards. It’s like spitting on the Mona Lisa.
This game causes a TONS of controversy every summer. Shoot the Guido. You rent a paintball rifle and shoot at some guy who runs around dressed like a Mafia don. There’s a large segment of the Italian/American community who deeply resent the term “Guido.” They feel it’s a derogatory racial term. Their argument is that this is no different than if the game was called Shoot the Kike or Shoot the Coon. I hate to sound like I don’t have a sense of humor but I see their point. I’m Italian and am not bothered by the term Guido, but they make a pretty convincing case, don’t you think?
Midway Steak is one of my favorite food kiosks. It’s got all the major beach food groups: cheese steaks, Italian sausages, burgers, cheese fries, etc., etc. Urp.
That afternoon, we were lucky enough to stumble across a performance by the fabulous rock-a-billy hellcats, The Razorbacks. Good Christ almighty, they’re great musicians. The guitarist/vocalist is astonishing. I honestly have no idea how anyone could NOT like rock-a-billy. They were playing one of the sports bars on the boardwalk. The music poured out onto the beach and I had to wander in for a listen.
Geeze, this post is making me miss summer a little bit. And it’s only October! I’m screwed!