We interrupt this summer to bring you back to spring, when we were on our way home from Chapel Hill, and stopped overnight at the Drawoh Snosnhoj, and found ourselves right on the Atlantic Ocean Boardwalk, in beautiful Ocean City, Maryland.
I love New London as much as anybody, but one thing we don't have within our city limits?
We don't have Open Ocean.
And I love the Open Ocean.
Open Ocean, Atlantic-style.
And not only that . . .
Ocean City also has a fabulous boardwalk that goes on for miles and miles . . .
. . . with sights and sounds and freakishness that is ever so delightful to the eyes of specific beholders.
What I love the best about these Atlantic ocean beach towns, though, is the miles and miles . . .
. . . and miles and miles of shore.
What a beautiful little city you are, Ocean City . . .
. . . you haven't seen the last of the likes of us yet.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz