Summer Storms in “Amity”

You know how I joke about “Undisclosed ” here being “Amity”, as in the film “Jaws”. With thanks to my nephew Greg, we have a few photos here to give you a feel for the place,

Especially during this current stretch of weather, you really can believe it is, indeed, Amity.

Try running to a market for something you need? Nope- line is too late long. Need to batten down the hatches during a severe thundershower? No way, as visitors are clogging the roads.

I still would not give up my little slice of heaven here. I get to enjoy it once Labor Day is done.

Remembering…

….my Dad, a World War Two vet, especially this Memorial Day.

Down here at “Undisclosed Location”, aka “Amity”, our quiet little spot is invaded by the “summer people.” All of a sudden, you have to run and close your house windows for the visitors who insist on stinking up the air with their fire pits. It’s in the 70’s and they need a fire? We all have to suffer because they need a fire. To add insult to injury, there’s the visitors who I will kindly term as being 4 crayons short of an 8 Pack. They get the wettest, greenest sticks and try to burn them. When they do get some degree of success, the stench really is bad. Thus starts the unofficial start of summer.

How sad the true meaning of Memorial Day is lost to most people. Here’s to all who gave all, those who served and those currently serving.

You are the best! Thank you for your service.