Each year, on a Sunday afternoon, some friends, relatives and I go to the nearest boardwalk and jump into the Atlantic Ocean.
This year was no different.
I always take my camera, careful not to get the pretty girls in bikinis too paranoid.
As I pass by countless concession stands, I greet people I recognize, having lived in Long Beach for a few years. The locals are friendly and welcoming.
“The Polar Bear Club is a good organization, Blanche,” I overhear a neighbor tell his wife. “Spending Super Bowl Sunday on the beach is obscenely painful though.”
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Unfortunately for young George, Sister Rose Eugene caught him sulking in St. Gabriel’s library, during an especially nasty day.
“Young man,” she confronted him. “Today is Karol Josef Wojtyla’s birthday.” Do you know who he was?”
“Huh?” he blurted out.
She explained, “Karol’s mother died when he was eight years old. His father and brother both were dead by the time he was twenty one. Because of World War II he was forced to go to school secretly for fear of the Nazis.”
“Your bad breaks shouldn’t discourage you,” she reminded him. “Nothing stopped St.John Paul II.”
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“I can’t wait to see my cousin Vinnie,” Richie mentioned to Spaniel.
“You always have had the hots for Marisa Tomei,” his friend reminded him.
“Duh, super genius!!” snarled the former. “I meant my cousin from Buffalo. It’s his birthday today. I’m supposed to visit him in a few weeks.”
As they pulled into the DVD store’s parking lot, Richie said, “I wonder if I can find ‘My Cousin Vinnie’ here.”
“Do you think he’ll be here so soon?” his befuddled chum wondered.
Each punched the other in the arm and shouted, “STUUPIID!!!” to the dismay of onlookers.
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It was slightly more than a week after Allison Beth Krause’s nineteenth birthday. Early on the morning of May 4, 1970 she awoke, noticed in her homework assignment that it was the eighty fourth anniversary of the Chicago Hay Market Massacre, and prepared for the anti-war protest on Kent State’s campus.
“‘Bye,Mom, ‘Bye, Dad,” and she left for school.
She and her boyfriend Barry Levine were aggressively protesting the war. Barry went into shock as Allison was one of four who were killed by Ohio’s National Guard’s sixty five rounds of ammunition.
“That’s Governor Rhodes’ way of dealing with things?!” he stammered.
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“I like it,” Myrna boasted to a stunned Sheldn.
“It’s so old fashioned and folksy.”
“Don’t even you consider it a smidge odd,” he stammered, “that they have more things on the ceiling than on the floor and shelves, including ladies’ unmentionables?”
“Oh loosen up,” she giggled. “That’s the point.” Why do you think it was named after an R. Crumb cartoon character in the first place? Shouldn’t that tell you not to bother to expect sanity?”
Eventually Sheldn even learned to like it and wanted a membership card.
“Hey, they have free Boone’s Farm Wild Raspberry,” he quipped.
This week’s photo prompt is supplied by Mary Shipman. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our weekly fairy blogmother at Friday Fictioneers.
“Why do you have all the barbed wire?” Clarence asked Wendell.
“Isn’t that the guy from the Grateful Dead?” his friend quipped. He then went on to explain.
“Sadie is a terrified neurotic and Tio is hyperactive like crazy. We have to keep them locked up or the neighbors will flog us but good.”
“Ophelia and I are doing all we can to keep a barrier between them and western civilization.”
“I don’t envy you,” his friend chided him. “That’s why Beulah and I want no part of pets. We’re happy with our painting of dogs playing poker.”
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“What’s that?” Roger couldn’t help wondering.
“Oh,” Felix explained. “That’s Blanche’s latest obsession. She’s come under the spell of avant-garde art this month.”
“She insists upon dragging me to all the latest experimental movies, concerts, and poetry readings.
“Just remember,” his friend intoned. “There are worse things in life than being surrounded by hoards of espresso-sucking existentialists in black,
“I know,” Felix explained, “It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable with all those characters.” I wish she’d find friends who are easier to understand.
“Console yourself,” Roger replied,”With the fact that they don’t get you either.”
“That helps,” admitted Felix.
Our fairy blogmother for Friday Fictioneers is Rochelle Wisoff~Fields. This week’s photo prompt has been supplied by Kent Bonham.