In Summertime, The Living Is Breezy In Cape May
NOTHING FROM THE NEWS PAGES INSPIRES A RANT FROM CRABBY THIS MORNING.
Not Barack Obama winning the Democratic Party's nod. (Congrats to you, Senator! Here's hoping the "our" in your "now's our time" mantra doesn't include Chicago cronies Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Rev. Michael Phleger, Dealmaker Tony Rezko and Mayor Rich Daley!) Not the Queen's ice-picking Kate Middleton for her lack of a "career." (And can't we all see Diana, take two, a thousand miles away?). Not speculation as to why George Clooney dumped his girlfriend Sarah Larson? My question is why it didn't happen sooner? (Perhaps George was averting a lawsuit after he broke her foot while motorcycling?)
Or maybe I'm just longing for a summer getaway after stumbling on a reminder of a favorite retreat, Cape May, N.J.
The New York Daily News has a quick look at the century old Victorian seaside resort. Let's not confuse the town with upscale. But as a native Philly girl, Crabby appreciates the home-town proximity, fading painted ladies, the beach and its blue roots appeal.
There's also lots of lore about local hauntings. Crabby herself spent a week in a rented haunted house on Washington Street replete with ghostly images, flashing lights, unexplained noises and electrical outages. All of which make for fine family vacation memories.
So if you want to make an aging girl's dream come true, click on the Crabby's ads! Every little cent adds to her 'vacation fund.'
Posted June 4, 2008
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