Tomorrow is August already and we haven’t had the boat out even once. During the off season (we think) someone stole our radar, chart plotter, and fish finder. We contracted to have a new multi-unit installed that covers all three, and I finally called the guy today to see what the deal is. He said he hadn’t heard back from the insurance company. I told him we don’t have to wait for the insurance so he said he would have the proposal to us by Monday. Meanwhile, black sea bass season ends today until October 22, and I don’t intend to fish in October.
I read the fishing reports and they’re catching flounder and just about everything else all over the place and we have no boat, for all practical purposes. They say the crabs are running good, too.
One more complaint. My chair broke again, meaning the second time in two years. The guy came today and fixed it, but it cost us over a hundred bucks. I have a five-year extended warranty that covers all the components as well as the leather. La-Z-Boy says it only covers the leather, but it covers all components too, which was one reason I took it at $15 total. I went through this the last time it broke, and proved that it covered the components too. This time I couldn’t find the papers, and it seems that no one else can either. Do they really think I’m that stupid, to believe they don’t keep copies of their transactions? I guess they figured if I paid that much money for a recliner I must be an idiot.
I found out about metered handicapped parking. I knew that Cape May passed an ordinance that allows anyone with a placard or plate to park in any metered space for free. Then I learned that Stone Harbor has the same policy. North Wildwood, where I live, follows the state stupid policy that says you have to put the maximum amount in the meter before you can overstay it, even if it’s designated as a handicapped space. Wildwood and Wildwood Crest both have the same policy as North Wildwood, but neither of those two issues tickets for parking in a metered space with a placard. In other words, don’t park in North Wildwood, and everyplace else is fine. Avalon, by the way, has the right idea. It has no parking meters. I remember when the meters downtown took pennies!
Sometimes I almost wish I had an eight-foot pram with a three-horse Evinrude. Had some great times in that little boat, but took forever to get anywhere. I didn’t care back then because I had plenty of time both in the day and in life. Now my days seem as if they’re three hours long, and a week lasts about three days. The years are flipping by like one of those old hand-cranked movie things with all the pages simulating animation.
I’ve been lax in my blogs lately because it’s hard for me to type with the neuropathy in my hands and fingers. I’m considering buying Dragon software, but two things are causing me to hesitate. One is that I have to figure out which version to buy. The other is that people have a hard time understanding what I’m saying, and I don’t expect software to be any better at it. I offer Siri as an example. Half the time it thinks I said something ridiculous, and sometimes it tells me it’s sorry, but it didn’t catch that.
So this guy writes that he ran the Roto-Jets on Sportland Pier in 1978, when the girl was killed on the Super Sonic roller coaster. Um, the Roto-Jets were in the Arcade in ’78, raised on a platform. I think the fatality with the girl was in the early 70s. Well, my brother, Larry, has a summer place (great song!) a block from us, so I hollered around the corner, the way ventriloquists do, and asked him. Oh, wait, I guess I called him on the phone, but either way, he agreed with me.
I don’t remember exactly when the Roto-Jets showed up on what became Sportland Pier, but the pier started small, and that was one of the first rides there. I’m certain, though, that it was late 50s, but was subsequently moved to the Arcade, where they elevated it, probably to try to make it as exciting as the Satellite Jets on Hunt’s Pier. Well, it wasn’t pretty, but it worked, as long as you didn’t mind climbing stairs to go on a ride. Back then, I didn’t, but stairs have become high on my list of enemies these days.
It’s ironic that I have a hard time walking half a block, but we used to walk everywhere! We walked to the beach, to the boardwalk, and all over town. While in the Navy I walked all over San Diego, Newport, Jacksonville, Tokyo, Hong Kong, and other Far East cities, Barcelona, Palma, Athens, Naples, well, you get the picture. In Vietnam we mostly walked, but sometimes hitchhiked.
Anyway, as kids, we used to ride our bikes to the boards frequently during the winters. We always knew what was new or what was coming. One chilly day, we watched the test run of the Wild Mouse on Marine Pier. A worker took the first ride, still wearing his hard hat. I remember him giving an okay wave as the car traveled back and forth on the top section. We considered ourselves fortunate just for those little things.
When I look at the state of things in this country, where perverts can marry with the blessings of our government, where many have forced health care inferior to what they had and were promised they could keep, and where we’ve murdered more than 57 million babies, I think, yeah, I’d gladly go back to three black-and-white channels, no cell phones or computers, no ATMs, when stores closed on Sundays and most people went to church. Schools celebrated the Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter seasons, and no one refused to say the “Pledge of Allegiance.” We never missed any of this crap because it didn’t exist, and most of us never thought the government would actually condone murder and perversion.