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Nice. Just friggin’ great. I write a great little piece on my dog Maggie and, thanks to the magic of my editing skills, I deleted the whole section yesterday. I even got a fine comment out of Calgal for my efforts, and now all for naught. I usually write the sections out first in Word (which lets me spell check, something the mo’time editor is lacking) then copy and paste them. It also keeps my online time to a minimum (spies are everywhere, Bob is your uncle). However, I haven’t been saving each piece and simply write over the previous post while in Word. I’ll make a change in my game plan from now on, but if anyone knows how to recover something from mo’time please let me know. Ah, Miles Davis. Currently listening to Columbia’s
But the beauty of early fall has given way to the dreariness of late fall. We’ve gone from the Technicolor burst of leaves in their death throes (the one time the Garden State Parkway is worth driving) to skeletons of trees and rain. This is why people like me wish for snow. Now. No, not in January when were already sick of being stuck inside on yet another rainy weekend, ready to slit our wrists from the tedium. Give us the white stuff, something to dress up these hibernating trees and make the sky look like something other than concrete. Give us the Polar Bear Plunge!
Yes, my one annual diversion into the insane. By most accounts, I am your Average Joe Nowhere Near A Millionaire, with an Average House on an Average Street in an Average Town. But come February, I don a bathing suit and some sandals and go screaming into the Atlantic Ocean.
Sometimes even in costume.
Willingly, mind you.
Into water that, if it were fresh, would be frozen solid.
It’s actually a charity event held by the Law Enforcement Torch Run and donations go to Special Olympics. Billed as the largest polar bear plunge in the world (an estimated 3,000 plus swimmers last year) it turns a chunk of the Point Pleasant boardwalk into a poor man’s Mardi Gras. Drunkards, costumed nutcases, and half clothed people (point of note: most of them are cops) diving into 30-something water for a good cause. Fat Tuesday plus the Jerry Lewis Telethon plus Titanic. Minus the dying. If you’re in the area on Feb. 29, 2004, find a parking spot (insert Edna Krebopple's derisive "HA!" here) and follow the crowd to the boardwalk. Look for the hat (polar bear on red knit hat, pictures coming soon) and say hello.
posted by: Jiggsy at 11/05/03 11:34 |
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