For a number of years, the Ferris wheel on Mariner’s Landing Pier created quite a spectacle with its ever-changing patterns and colors of bright lights. Now, due to the so-called global warming craze, the lights have been replaced with LED’s. The Morey’s organization thought this would be a brilliant move, but it has turned out to be anything but. For example, the old lights used to catch the attention of travelers coming into both Wildwood and North Wildwood. Now, a bit of haze makes them virtually invisible. The new light substitutes are static, never changing their patterns or colors. Those in charge have actually progressed to the 1950s.
Other brilliant plans are in the works. One bright idea is to improve Pacific Avenue by crisscrossing the street with LED’s. One can only guess how easy it must be to sell the concept of LED’s to dim-witted officials. We could save much more energy by limiting the speed limits on highways to five mph, an idea that would get us everywhere slow, but nowhere fast. The question is, to what extent do we inconvenience ourselves, or make life less enjoyable, because of the global warming scam? The Morey’s corporation will see considerable savings in electricity bills, and that’s fine, but they should stop hiding behind the “greenness” aspect. Like nearly everything, it’s a “money” thing first, no matter what anyone tells us.
The city could also save a bunch by replacing all street lights with candles, and. . . oh, never mind.
Once again, the Christmas in July boat parade was a success, at least for someone, I suppose. The handful of boats cruised by our place during daylight hours, just as last year, but a half hour later. This got residents and observers thinking that, in just a couple of years or so, the event may take place after sundown. At least the entrants have started using decorations that are more visually appealing during daylight hours, but nothing really replaces the effect of bright lights at night. Organizers say each year that they want to compete with OC. That will only happen if Ocean City renames their parade, “DAY in Venice.”
Well, a judge finally decided that the recall of the Wildwood mayor and a commissioner can go forward, I guess in the opposite direction as the city itself. The recall election is slated for December 8, hopefully, this year.
In the meantime, the targets of the recall once again said it would be smart (or something like that), for all four communities that comprise The Wildwoods to pool services. Right, it would be smart for Wildwood, but most of us here in the adjoining communities have no interest in sharing Wildwood’s much higher tax rates to sustain its various follies.
A family of ospreys, AKA fish hawks, spruced up its nest in the marshes just off Route 147 by adding some greenery. They must be taking good care of the new shrubbery, because it has remained green for several weeks now.
The Atlantic City and Wildwood boardwalks were voted Nos. 1 and 2 by ForbesTraveler.com. Fortunately for Wildwood, Forbes Traveler excluded regular streets in reaching its conclusions. If you go there (not to the Wildwood boardwalk, but the other site), don’t forget to come back.
I’ve noticed an increase in August visitors to the island, which can only be attributed to man-made global advertising, thus explaining the numerous license tags from Quebec.
Speaking of which, or maybe not, what were these people thinking, a number of years ago, when they started renting those surreys that people pedal? Like cars and bikes weren’t complicated enough? I used to think that nothing could slow down island traffic more than automobiles, but eight people trying to pedal and steer a surrey, with or without a fringe on top, surpasses NJ MVA allowable levels of insanity with respect to traffic. The funny thing that’s not so funny is that the passengers in these death traps think there’s nothing funnier. Sort of like the idiots that go on bumper cars who can’t seem to figure out what “turn the wheel” means, so they just sit there laughing, eating up ride time, while no one else can go anywhere. It’s a riot. . .
Labor Day lurks just around the corner, and we all know what that means. It means dreading going back to school, except for the weirdoes who love school. Oh, that’s right, I got out of school many years ago, but I still dread going back, not that I ever intend to. If that makes no sense to you, then you’re one of the weirdoes. L8R.