Word: beaching
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Anyone who spends any time at the beach has seen scenes like the one capture by Peter Rappoli--three adults talking at the water's edge, the women in skirted bathing suits, men with just a little too much stomach hanging over the edge of their trunks, and the sky and the seemingly endless sand dwarfing them. This grouping of people contrasts sharply with the three twilight figures...
...insisted on taking split-second naps at the wheel. I still cannot remember how we got to Fort Lauderdale alive, but my next memory after the giant syllabus and an uncomfortably close look at some palm trees is that of Namo and I waking up on the beach in our shorts, two pale WASPish figures lying next to a herd of tanned and blonded young Aryan demigods frolicking in the sun. When I looked around me I noticed a girl from Michigan State, coated with coconut oil, lying next to us and leering at me without speaking...
...clothes, and the flash of one's car. Where the wide-eyed seek true romance, the native seek experience, and the jaded seek an easy lay. Where everyone wears a swimsuit during the day but nobody spends much time in the water. The smell of coconut oil on the beach almost equals the smell of salt spray; the taste of beer touches far more tongues than that of brine. The ocean is just an excuse...
...crucible and the focus of the primitive energies unleashed in Fort Lauderdale is the strip in the evening. The city's beach is nice, its motels are mediocre, and its restaurant franchises are just like those anywhere in the country; a Burger King is a Burger King is a Burger King. But the city's strip is perhaps the ultimate cruise in America in late March--rivalled only by Daytona Beach to the north. Everyone puts up his coolest front, wears his hippest clothes, drivers his meanest car. And they do it by the thousands, all along a one-mile...
...writing on this page looks unfamiliar, that's because our regular rock columnist, Richie the "W," is on vacation in sunny West Palm Beach, recuperating from a recent attack of thesitis. Word from down South is that he's getting better, and will be back as soon as his typing fingers heal. Hopefully by May 4, because that's when the loveable, pigeon-toed Elvis Costello hits town along with Nick Lowe and Mink DeVille, a combination more delectable than the Kong's #7 platter...