ALL the times I have driven past this beach and I have never stopped there. (And I agree with Alan - read this at the next Second Sunday in Hyattsville! I'll be there too this time and would love to see you and we could have dinner too at Franklin's, just across the street.
Now that I know where it is, I can’t believe how many times I’ve driven past it & not even known it was public. Definitely will need to go back when Tropical Seltzer will be more in season, even if they’re never quite tasteful.
why *is* nature healing? It's like analyzing an artichoke; when you're done peeling back each layer, there's nothing left. With regard to the "tropical" Coronas, what could be more unnatural? It sounds like a lily gilded twice over. I hope you make it to Second Sunday--you could read this essay.
That’s such a good simile, Alan. And yes, the Tropical Coronas were completely ridiculous -- that’s kinda why I liked them. (Not to drink -- they were pretty bad to drink, and if you’re ever looking for depression find a spicy pineapple seltzer and the emotion will find you shortly thereafter -- but just as a funny thing to find on a rainy Maryland beach at the end of November.) I hope I can make it to the reading & I’ll think about fiddling with this essay -- hope I can hear you too.
ALL the times I have driven past this beach and I have never stopped there. (And I agree with Alan - read this at the next Second Sunday in Hyattsville! I'll be there too this time and would love to see you and we could have dinner too at Franklin's, just across the street.
Now that I know where it is, I can’t believe how many times I’ve driven past it & not even known it was public. Definitely will need to go back when Tropical Seltzer will be more in season, even if they’re never quite tasteful.
Thus, the reason for the very useful expression - "better luck next time"!
Wishing you and Thomas soaring eagles!
Thanks! The eagles were fantastic!
why *is* nature healing? It's like analyzing an artichoke; when you're done peeling back each layer, there's nothing left. With regard to the "tropical" Coronas, what could be more unnatural? It sounds like a lily gilded twice over. I hope you make it to Second Sunday--you could read this essay.
That’s such a good simile, Alan. And yes, the Tropical Coronas were completely ridiculous -- that’s kinda why I liked them. (Not to drink -- they were pretty bad to drink, and if you’re ever looking for depression find a spicy pineapple seltzer and the emotion will find you shortly thereafter -- but just as a funny thing to find on a rainy Maryland beach at the end of November.) I hope I can make it to the reading & I’ll think about fiddling with this essay -- hope I can hear you too.
I love all this. Have fun with Pluck! I wish I could join you....