I laid out in the sun. Smiled at a girl, which is extraordinarily difficult for me to do. She did a double take and stared at me as if I were an alien. I shrugged and continued to sunbathe.

A woman lost her five-year old. I commiserated with her mother, then offered to help, having noted his outfit, going one way down the beach. Her other son went the other way, and up the boardwalk. One of the lifeguard stations found him. By the time I got back, the girl and her group were gone.

Half an hour later, I saw her on the edge of the boardwalk pier, looking my way. I smiled harder. Her visage remained impassive throughout. Not even a smirk quirked her lips.

Women. If I didn’t like ’em so much, I’d hate ’em.
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The fireworks this year were over the baseball field after the baseball game, about ten o’clock. This means that they were not viewable from the boardwalk. When did this happen? Whatever happened to the (old) AC Convention Center show over the water? I got a great view, though, by watching from the top floor of the Hilton (née Golden Nugget) parking structure, about four blocks seaward boardwalkward. There were some spectacular ones that I don’t remember ever seeing before, with rings of bright blue fire, and dandelion puffs of white, flashing red, then blue tips. Gorgeous.

Need to do some Photoshop™ editing on the levels on this thing.
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