This is the place next door, where Jimmy lives. Jimmy has a flag. His flag tells me if it’s okay to go to the beach. Lemme explain.
In the lower middle/right of the picture above is the beach. Upper left with the yellow circle is my place. Between is my path to the beach, about a two-minute walk. See all that green? Up close, it looks like this.
Know what’s in there? Flies and frogs. So, let’s get back to Jimmy’s flag. It’s not a great picture of a flag, but that’s a good thing. When the flag is blowing to the left, which would look like a regular kind of flag, that’s a bad thing because left is the direction of the beach. Starting to make sense yet? Didn’t think so.
When the wind blows towards the beach, it pushes the flies out of those green stalky things and towards where I would be parking my white (for now) ass in my chair by the water. When the flag is blowing to the right, kind of like it is in the picture above, the wind is blowing from the ocean into the marshes, thus keeping the flies away from the beach.
Here’s another picture. It’s the path I walk to get to the beach and the marshes on each side. It’s a nice walk, gets the blood flowing. Not sure why that’s necessary, but it doesn’t hurt to mention it. If you’re at the beach when the wind is blowing out, you’re not going to like it. You’ll get bit up something nasty. Bug spray helps, but it’s not fool proof. On those days, I stay home and put my chair on the deck, trying my best to erase the “white” that I mentioned before. Yeah, like that.
Coming soon: a post on beach etiquette, what to do or not to do, especially if me and my sister are nearby. I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you. Meanwhile, here’s a view of the Atlantic City casinos from my beach. Coming soon: a post about beach etiquette. What to do, or what not to do on the beach, especially if my sister is visiting. You do NOT wanna mess with her. She’s got a doctorate.