Hello my friends...
Greetings from Cape Cod... these dog days of summer bring about some very long and welcomed wink, blinks and nods... and as the sun rises over the Atlantic Ocean and sets over Cape Cod Bay... I am finally finding sometime to relax, smoke my cigars, read my newspapers and enjoy the memories of "OUR INWOOD" and our long hot summers of yesterday...
Rockaway and Long Beach are distant memories... as now I trade a NYC Subway or Long Island Rail Road ride... for a 5 hour car trip to just outside of Provincetown, MA... for 3 weeks of total communing with Mother Nature on what I believe to be the last best beaches on this great earth... Head of the Meadow on the Atlantic and Corn Hill on Cape Cod Bay...
Every morning I would jump out of bed and put on my Red St. Judes Day Camp tee-shirt... shorts or long jeans were the alternate pants of choice... the Kelly Green swim shorts were now fading to a bright yellow from all of the chlorine in the various swimming pools that we've visited throughout the summer...
The pools at Miramar (so close to the camp... yet, a world-a-way at the same time), Rye Beach, Bear Mountain State Park, Mad-Anthony Wayne, the Old Mill... ah, my friends those were the days... the silver buses would be lined up on the street outside the gates of St. Jude's School yard... the lunch of raw veggies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Kool-aid would be loaded into the cargo hold... and off we went for a day of fun in the sun... the bus trip would be passed by the weaving of beautiful foot long lariats... box weave, diamond and barrel weaves were things of beauty... as the travel time idled by and yes the time on rainy days were passed by making 1 and 2 foot long chains of colorful beauty... black and white, yellow and red, blue and silver the color combinations were really endless...
In mid-August the yard would begin its magical transformation to prepare for the St. Judes Bazaar and that meant 9 nights of Ford Falcons being raffled off... and of outstanding fun... the Ferris Wheel... the coin pitch... the gambling hall... the pop-corn and cotton candy... the booths with spinning wheels clacking away... the guys and girls from all over the neighborhood would convene every night for fun and flirting... these late summer romances would very often provide great dating into the fall and perhaps if were lucky into the winter too...
Ahh, my friends... just close your eyes and think back to those wonderful summers in "OUR INWOOD"... those two months that seemed like it took a year to pass... those summers that were full of fun... full of laughs... full of young love and of course, full of...
Peace,
Inwood Guy
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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