. . . of a quality manual when I should be getting some rest. The visions include no sugarplums but do have a lot of copying and pasting, the bureaucracy fighting nobly to prevent substantial sleep. Flowers bloom and birds sing as the refuse trucks whine in the dawn and my fitful nap continues. But better things lie ahead with good friends and family in nice places where foamy waves lap at the sandy coast and blue skies meet the aqua expanse in my (nearer than I think) future . . . and music. . .
(from http://ococean.com/explore-oc/oc-history/)
". . . The sun and surf of Ocean City, Maryland, have been attracting visitors since Algonquian tribes first came to our beaches to fish and sun themselves. Europeans first arrived in 1524 when Giovanni da Verrazano surveyed the east coast of North America. By the 17th century, British colonists had moved north from Virginia and settled in the area. Due to Ocean City's isolation as a barrier island, the town remained a sleepy fishing village until 1875, when the Atlantic Hotel began welcoming visitors. The following year, the railroad bridged Sinepuxent Bay, and a resort was born. In 1878, heroes took up residence. The U.S. Life-Saving Service, an ancestor of today's Coast Guard, established a station here. Their mission: to venture out in stormy seas and rescue shipwreck victims. The second station, built in 1891, is now the Ocean City Life-Saving Station Museum, enshrining Ocean City's history and saluting the brave men who worked here. In 1900, the first boardwalk was constructed. Trimper's Amusements opened shortly after. Unlike today, however, the boardwalk wasn't a year-round fixture. The boards were actually taken up in the winter, and stored until the following spring! . . . "
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It was the best of rides. It was the worst of rides. One brother, who taking abode on the far distant coast of the country from where up he grew, decided to gather his various possessions, which up until this date, had been stored mightily by his family in a personal storage facility in the latter mentioned locale. The other brother, of a combination of sheer kindness and selfish adventure, agreed to accompany the first in ye olde Penske van with aforementioned possessions, on the trip by road to the adopted home of the first brother. So off they went.
The second brother’s primarily-desired adventure was to visit the gravesite of Alferd Packer, a convicted cannibal and Civil War participant. The first brother did not share equally the enthusiasm of the first in this adventure and went to no great lengths to portray any. In fact, he did not want to deviate from the straightest route home to make this stop at all. But the second brother would not be swayed, and was kind and humorous in his discourse about the desired adventure, so much so that the first brother could not openly object to the deviation.
Upon arrival, and well ahead of what would have been assumed to be an average rate of such travel by such means, the two brothers arrived at the burial site of Mr. Packer. Heretofore the first bother took it upon himself to write to his father. His dispatch read as below:
“So we’re here. Spencer doesn’t know where the grave is and the cemetery is covered in goose shit.”
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