
It’s memorial day weekend. It’s cold and it’s gray in Seattle. Forecast? Rain! Rain! Rain! Go figure! I always have to remind myself. Joe. There are other parts of the world where the forecast is … sun, sun, sun & fun, fun, fun! Like. Wait for it. Asbury Park, NJ! ; )
Asbury Park, NJ? Really? Yeah … really! We have history. We have rapport. Though we’ve been estranged, we’re not irreconcilable. I’ve paid my dues in purgatory. Now I want my reborn “city in ruins” back! It’s my stopping grounds. It’s by new rebirth right! Okay. I’m just soooooo fucking tired of Seattle I want to scream! There I said it! I own it!
I lived in Asbury for five years of my life. They were some of the most rewardingly creative years of my life. Plus I love the Jersey Shore. Not the stupid reality show … the beach! The Atlantic. The smell of salt air & Coppertone commingling, igniting cherished and iconized childhood and adult memories.
I just read recently, maybe in a AP Boardwalk or In! Asbury linked story on Facebook. And it’s so true … or at least I think so.
There’s something about Asbury Park that draws people looking for their second chance, their dream …
I also have reason to wax poetic about Asbury this weekend …. it’s the 29th anniversary of The Clash attack on Asbury Park weekend. Three days of music and one incredible party on the last night at the Amusement Casino. But I digress …. Continue Reading > > >