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For obvious reasons, I woke up a little later than usual but still managed
to get to Sunset
Landing a little before 9:00. It was a little too damp to sit outside
and eat by Deal Lake but, even inside, my
omelet was quite good.
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Back at the motel, I spent a few hours putting the day's journal page
together. There were lots of pictures to sort through and edit and writing
what I wanted about my Stone Pony indoctrination took some time. And it's
just possible that I wasn't operating at top efficiency.
Finally, about 3:00 PM, I got the page posted and walked over to the
boardwalk. What a difference a day makes. Being Saturday meant more people
could come to the beach and the sunshine meant that more wanted to. I
walked to the casino then back to the convention hall where I spent some
time studying things over some rum and pineapple.
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I spotted "Creators of S.O.A.P." and wondered that a monument to
a TV show would be placed by the ocean but soon realized my error. This
is a monument, slightly more readable here, to
the creators of the Sound of Asbury Park.
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When I first reach the boardwalk, I saw a man, in a definite "coals
to Newcastle" moment,carrying pieces of driftwood toward the beach.
Later, as I was walking back from the casino, I saw the driftwood lying on
the beach as workers arranged rows of folding chairs to face it. That's
when the first picture was taken. Yes, the gal in the white dress should
have given it away but I didn't catch on until the scene in the second
picture began to take shape. It's a lovely seashore wedding. BYOD (Bring
Your Own Driftwood).
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I suppose when I decided to attend the
Tramps Like Us
show, I was thinking it would give me some sense of what it might have
been like in the days when Springsteen prowled the Stone Pony stage. The
Tramps, who have been called "The World's Foremost Springsteen
Tribute Band", would be recreating the last of Springsteen's 1984
Meadowland shows. It didn't work. These guys are good but it just didn't
work for me last night. One reason was certainly the fact that I had just
seen Nile & company create, not recreate, a great concert on that
very stage. Another was that every difference between the Tramp's
performance and that of the E Street band seemed to irk me more than it
should have. The crowd was loving it. It was a slightly younger crowd than
that of the night before which made it quite a bit younger than me. Many
had yet to be born in 1984 and others way too young to have seen that 1984
E Street lineup. This was close enough and part of me wanted to agree with
them and just enjoy the music but, as I said, it just didn't work. Sorry,
Tramps, it's not you, it's me.
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The shortage of light means the photos from tonight's walk to the motel
are still pretty grainy even though there is no fog. Of course this walk
took place about four hours earlier than last night's did.
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