Monday, August 27, 2018

A Miserable Monday as August Ebbs Away in the Terrible Time of Trump; Plus, Virtually Revisiting a Ghost Place from the Jersey Shore

Flowers growing along the sidewalk of Q Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 4:09 p.m. August 26, 2018

Home this Monday night.

It is a warm and humid night, and we are on the cusp of an end-of-August heatwave with highs forecasted to be in the 95F range and dew points of 70F to 75F at times between tomorrow and Friday, when a frontal passage with showers and thunderstorms should occur.

There is no heat advisory in effect for the D.C. area itself but there is an air quality alert for code orange conditions.

Right now, I'm cooking a bit of dinner, although I'm not especially hungry, and waiting for the MeTV lineup (WKRP in Cincinnati, Hogan's Heroes, Carol Burnett & Friends, and Perry Mason) to come on.

The a/c is humming away as is the kitchen oven fan. The tiny apartment is bathed in a yellowish light from two dim, shaded lamps.

I'm planning on moving out of here in the next 6 to 12 months -- possibly to the Chevy Chase / Bethesda area, although I haven't started looking yet. I don't want to stay in this goddamn neighborhood anymore. I hate it.

1800 block New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, D.C., 3:57 p.m. August 26, 2018

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I'm still not ready to go back to the gym. I am tentatively planning on trying again this coming Saturday -- three weeks since I last went. The good news is that my body type, as short and ridiculous as it is, doesn't much change.

I'm so miserable. Oh, well.

Ornate house at 1743 22nd Street NW, Kalorama, Washington, D.C., 3:51 p.m. August 26, 2018

Located next to the Decatur Place "Spanish Steps," you can read about the history of this house here when it last was on the market.

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I'd like to post some political commentary but, honestly, I'm so fucking sick and tired of the Trump, Trump, Trump show …

… and the amorally degenerate Republican pols who enable and facilitate Trump's daily grotesqueries, world-class corruption, and unending cataracts of ethical sleaze and filth all for the sake of an "agenda" of dark money oligarchy, reverse class warfare, total ecological destruction, strife, fundamentalist-based culture wars, racism, and nonstop misery …

All this is occurring, in part, because the "GOP Base" can't get enough of its current Lord, Savior, and Messiah, specifically, a sociopathic and wholly narcissistic Vulgar Talking Yam (thank you, Charlie Pierce) who doesn't know anything about anything (again, thank you, Charlie Pierce).


Trump's current pathologically shameless behavior regarding his extreme reluctance to lower the White House U.S. flag to half-staff for Sen. John McCain, who passed away a few days ago is just par for the febrile and vindictive Trumpian course.


And we have Sen. James Inhofe (R - Wizened Snowball) making excuses for this latest bit of Trumpian vileness.

While we may have lost John McCain (R - Patriot), we still have Mitch "The Bitch" McConnell, a.k.a., Mr. Elaine Chao, a.k.a., Cocaine Mitch, and his ten-gallons-capacity-when-inflated jowls that reveal a sort of bullfrog-faced humanoid tortoise.

Mitch McConnell is THE MOST amoral biological organism to exist on this planet in the 21st Century.

Rather than go on, however, I simply refer you to some Good Reads (links embedded in each headline):

Jonathan Chait: Republican Senator: McCain 'Partially to Blame' for Trump Flag Dispute

Jonathan Chait: House Republicans Have a Secret List of Trump Scandals They're Covering Up


Gabriel Sherman: "Trump is Nuts. This Time Really Feels Different": Trump Rejects "War Council" Intervention, Goes It Alone

Charles (Charlie) Pierce: Nothing Good Happens to the Boss When They Flip the Accountant

Charlie Pierce: What Other Dirt Is in David Pecker's Safe?

I have to quote the opening line of this: Dear Lord, now there's a secret safe. Someone light the Geraldo Signal!

Lynn Yaeger: The Week in Washington: Guilty Pleas and Immunity Deals as Rats Desert the Ship

T.A. Frank: Can John McCain's Life and Legacy Save the G.O.P. from Itself?

Sub-headline:

McCain could be maddeningly inconsistent and often dangerously wrong, but thinking often about courage made him abler than most to exhibit it. His example should be a reminder to a party that has lost its way.

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Evening view along M Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 7:04 p.m. August 26, 2018

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For tomorrow, I'm supposed to meet an attorney to decide whether and how to proceed.

For tomorrow evening, there is a happy hour for Andrea, who is here from Morocco for the week. As it is, we met on Friday at Grady's and then walked all the way to Sovereign in Georgetown before taking an Uber back.

Evening view along M Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 7:08 p.m. August 26, 2018

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Oh, yes, as for my weekend -- meh. It was OK, I guess, although I spent too much money.

Yesterday (Sunday), I had a nice early dinner at the bar at Martin's Tavern and good conversation with a young couple I've previously met there.

A young couple walking through Rose Park, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 7:17 p.m. August 26, 2018

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Thereafter, I walked back home, but went to my neighbor-friend Fred's place, where Doug fixed us each a Manhattan and we watched another hilarious episode of 'Allo! 'Allo! before I came home and went to bed.

I guess that's about all I have to say. I may not post another entry until later in the week.

Postcard with an aerial view of the long-gone Tradewinds Beach Club, Sea Bright, N.J., circa 1985 

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Oh, yes, I should mention that this entry (link embedded) continues to get a fantastic number of hits (via somebody or some organization's Facebook page): Jersey Shore Memories: Tradewinds Beach Club, 1975 - 2002. (Yes, "Tradewinds" was spelled as a single word.)

Looking out from Cabana 21 at the old Tradewinds Beach Club, Sea Bright, N.J., August 1987

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Since Sunday, it has had approximately 4,000 hits (and rising) and it is the all-time most viewed entry with a tally now over 12,200. (This is the second time I've had such a massive surge of visitors to that page).

I actually wish this Tradewinds-related entry that I posted just two-weeks later would get more attention but it never seems to happen.

Seawall and crashing waves, looking north and northeast, Sea Bright, N.J., August 1987

So many of my dreams take place in some variation of this place and up and down the Atlantic coastline.

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Regardless, Tradewinds Beach Club in Sea Bright, N.J., is forever gone, as is my Jersey shore childhood years of the 1970s and teenage summers in the 1980s. Only memories of a ghost place remain and they offer me no comfort in my present, deeply unhappy life.

--Regulus

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