Yes, I'm excited as you are--Billy Coffey visiting with us. This offering originally posted on Billy's blog June 18, 2009 and is title Send Me.
I love Billy's writing, because his writing is more like porch stories. You know, a chat on his porch as the sun sets and you sip sweet tea from a tall glass while rocking in a chair, listening. Listening to Billy. Good stuff, some of my favorite stuff.
Before we move on, just a reminder to check out Billy's book, Snow Day, which releases fall 2010. I can't wait!
This is one of my favorite stories by Billy, one he shares on his blog, so, to encourage you to make yourself at home with Billy, we'll have him start off here, then we'll hop over to his blog for the rest of this story--the last of a series of stories he shared from a vacation he and his family took last year. Come along, you'll enjoy it. Like I said, it's one of my favorites!
One last beach story:
Despite all of its tourism, Virginia Beach has always been a military town. The naval base was just down the road and to the right of our hotel, and the Oceanic Naval Air Station was just a few miles beyond that.
All of which made every day resemble a Fourth of July parade.
There were plenty of these on the way into town:
And once at the hotel, we saw many more of these:
And I wasn’t alone outside yesterday morning to watch the rain. I had company in the form of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children, otherwise known as the United States Marines:
Add to all of that the parade of destroyers and frigates passing over the horizon and the steady stream of F/A-18 Hornets flying over my head, and I had a three-day testosterone high. It all became quite the Pavlovian experience. Every engine, every thump of a rotor, and every bellow of a drill sergeant would illicit from me an immediate stare and an even more immediate, “Awesome.”
I guess it was all that testosterone that nearly got me into a lot of trouble Tuesday morning.
My wife and I decided to have an early breakfast at a nice little restaurant down from our hotel. One that didn’t promise the kind of food you could neither pronounce nor eat without proper instruction.
We decided to make our return trip via the sidewalk rather than the boardwalk, thereby avoiding the daily throng of joggers, walkers, and rollerbladers. After all, a good breakfast should always be followed by some good peace and quiet. And that’s exactly what we had for a while. Until I looked up and saw the four men jogging toward us.
“What are these guys doing?” I asked. “Don’t they know to run on the boardwalk with everyone else?”
“Don’t worry about it,” my wife told me.
But I did.
For the rest of the story (yes, you want to read the rest, it's great!) come along with me and we'll head over to Billy's blog. While we're there, I hope you'll subscribe to his blog via email, that way you won't miss a visit whenever he's on the blog porch and story-tellin'.
See y'all at Billy's!