Woo-Hoo! Eastern Shore in New York Times!
Digg It!
The small peninsula that nobody has ever heard of where I grew up was featured in the New York Times today. Dave Burden, the kayak shop owner, is a buddy of mine (he beat me at Scramble last week.) They didn't check out my town, Nassawadox, because well, there's nothing to see there.
WTF?@! Why am I the last to find out that West Virginia has oceanfront property, Johnny?
I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that 1.1 million people that read the New York Times every day now know about how wonderful the Eastern Shore of Virginia is. (I should be glad that this wasn't in the Sunday edition or there would be an additional 500K).
I bet it will continue to be just as charming when the swarms of born and f'in raised guys in Yankee hats show up. Not that they already aren't flooding over the causway onto Chincoteague, but now we can open up the lower Eastern Shore for all of the wonderful, retired Jerseyites to come down and tell me how "this is how the our shore used to look before we ruined it."
Thanks Jerome. Thanks Mr. Burden.
Just to speed things up, I'm going to see if I can spearhead a campaign to start a free shuttle service from the Newark train station to Exmore so we can really open up the area, one that's been sheltered (at least socially, not environmentally) from the rest of the industrial Eastern Seaboard North of Maryland since the area was settled by John Smith in the early 1600's.
On the upside however, my plan of retiring there and opening up a T-shirt shop is now a real possibility.
It's going to be one just like Bill Prince used to have on the backstreet of Exmore, but with nothing but Yankees memorabilia and varitions of T-shirt and hats with seagull shit on them that say "Paybacks are hell".
Oh please - tell me you don't want air thick with the scent of a swimming pool's worth of Coppertone and fried dough masquerading as a half dozen differently labeled desserts. The sounds of the Yankees fan free from the constraints of a city that has long since boiled away their sense of human decency and replaced it with women driving into groups of rival fans will warm the cockles of your heart as the full panoply of New York tourist music will sooth your soul. The bliss of Bon Jovi's greatest hits seamlessly transitioning into an extended sampling of Joel comma Billy and perhaps some fun beach stuff like B52s and Talking Heads droning into the night will make you love life again as only w New Jersey resident can feel. And their motto was "New Jersey and you; perfect together" so how bad could it really be?