Friday, May 29, 2015

How is planning a vacation at the beach like the Christmas Carol “O Little Town of Bethlehem”?

I’ll tell you how:

The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight, that’s how.


The hopes:

(Photo by Gavin Baker, Copyright © 2002 and used in accordance with the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license)


The fears:



Still, as Robert Browning once wrote, “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”

Question of the week: If Lewis Carroll had (a) been a blogger and (b) lived in Florida, would he have asked, “How is a pelican like a writing desk?”

Discuss amongst yourselves.

11 comments:

carolincairns said...

What is that second photo of? I don't think I have ever seen so many people in one place.

rhymeswithplague said...

carol (in cairns), I'm pretty sure it is Coney Island, a famous beach in New York City (well, Brooklyn, actually -- one of the five "boroughs" or counties that make up New York City. They are Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, and Staten Island. Brooklyn was a separate city until 1898 and is actually Kings County. Coney Island is famous as the home of an eating establishment called Nathan's Hot Dogs.

rhymeswithplague said...

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Elephant's Child said...

That second photo is a foretaste of hell. Hot, sandy and waaaaaay too many other souls in torment.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

So, you are going to the seaside? Mrs Brague will need to rub plenty of sun lotion all over your manly physique. Also to protect your scalp from fierce sunlight I would suggest a hat with these words on the hat band - "Kiss Me Quick". These used to be all the rage in cheeky English seaside resorts.

LightExpectations said...

When I was growing up, the lids of our desks lifted up to reveal book and supply storage. That's sort of like a pelican's beak. ;)

Oh, and God bless Nathan's hot dogs. The best!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Am I allowed to leave a second "comment"?

An IBM worker called Plague
Had a look that seemed distant and vague
He dreamed about jogging
Or taking up blogging
With the pen name "Rhymes Well With Brague"

rhymeswithplague said...

All, we have made it safely to our favorite beach along with our daughter, son-in-law, and two grandsons. It appears that our hopes have been fulfilled and our fears have been allayed. I do not expect to be blogging very much (translation: at all) this week.

rhymeswithplague said...

P.S. -- By "All" I meant "Everyone" and not just blogger All Consuming (Michele in the UK) who hasn't even commented on this post. That would be just plain weird.

A Lady's Life said...

We love Miami Beach. There used to be a restaurant called Rascals and it always had a line up of people because it served so much food you needed a doggy bag.
An old couple got home made meals they could split in half for 5 bucks.
break fast was full of seafood/lox omelette s and all kind of bread buns.
Every morning you would wake up to two pelicans flying across the ocean.
One old man always swam in the same direction as the pelicans,with big flippers on his hands.We never saw them going in the opposite direction.
At the sea shore, there was a young man who would come every day with a little green bird on his shoulder. It never flew away. He would bring a little fish, put it in between some rocks where other fish swam. He would select a new fish and take it home to bring back the next day. He did it for years. Every time we went back, the routines continued. Every year we would go back to swim with drowsy barracudas who just lay there looking at us.
Yes times have changed. Florida is not the same. Too many people. Too much construction. Too many cars but we still have many good memories. Enjoy.

klahanie said...

Good grief, I have to bring up your post again so I can actually see the photos. One moment, please.....

Give me beach with no humans and that will make me happy. A place where the sea and the sky embrace and not a soul in sight.

Lewis Carroll may well have been so stoned that he thought a pelican was actually a writing desk.

As you were....

Gary