Saturday, April 27, 2019

Saturday Evening Post for April 27th, 2019: The Jersey Shore But You Can't Go Back Edition

**This entry was posted April 27, 2019.**

Breaking ocean waves on a spring day, Asbury Park, N.J., 11:01 a.m. April 27, 2019


New Jersey. Asbury Park.

OK, I'm pissed and ticked off right now … but I don't want to go into it and I shouldn't be in that mind frame because it IS such a nice weekend.

Morning view from Berkeley Hotel, Asbury Park, N.J., 8:48 a.m. April 27, 2019


Suffice it to say, the one element of this "nostalgia trip" weekend to New Jersey forward to which I was looking (?), turned out shitty -- and after spending $150 over two days to include M. WADE Tipamillyun-level tips -- because the place has two mean lesbian bartenders. Horrible women. And, no, I didn't do anything wrong.

But, again, I'm not going to get into that right now.

A house in Ocean Grove, N.J., 1:04 p.m. April 27, 2019


I'm back in the hotel -- the Berkeley, formerly, the Berkeley-Carteret -- and watching an HLN Very Scary People episode involving "the Reverend" Jim Jones and the Jonestown mass suicide / murder (and, yes, many of those were murders). My dad is not in the room -- I think he went to a bar or some such place, and I'll probably go back out.

This show includes lots of interviews with his actual biological son, Stephan Jones.

Asbury Park shoreline view from a jetty, er, notched groin, 11:09 a.m. April 27, 2019


Of note, there was a powerful cold frontal passage yesterday to include an extended squall-line -- with a tornado warning that occurred in northeastern Maryland while I was on the Amtrak and everybody's phone went nuts (no, not my flip-open).

When I walked into the room, the television was tuned to Fox News and Trump was giving one of his Oceana-Is-A-War / Hillbilly Nuremberg rallies (not my term but so correct), and I quickly changed the channel.

The next channel over was HLN -- but it was Forensic Files, and I ended up looking up information and finding this YouTube video on the late, great narrator Peter Thomas.

Anyway, today was weird -- in a good way -- as my dad and I met our cousin Tony and rode all around Ocean Grove, Long Branch, and Sea Bright and experienced how much this area has changed. I'll have a lot more to say about this in a future entry.

Yours truly in the backyard of my cousin's house in West Long Branch, N.J., 4:15 p.m. April 27, 2019


Oh, yes, I discovered that my childhood home -- at 368 Kirby Avenue -- is no longer the house that I knew. It has been wholly reconstructed and is weirdly different. Seeing it like that -- and I first saw it last night on a Google image street view -- actually was good as a closure. It's a different place.


This is how it looked when I lived there (except there was a giant, aging Norway maple in the front yard). …

368 Kirby Avenue, Long Branch, N.J., Sept 6, 2008 (but the house looked identical to the way it had when we moved out in January 1981).

And this is how it looked for a short period in the 2010s (2014 - 2016, I guess) …

368 Kirby Avenue, Long Branch, N.J., on a snowy/wet winter day, Jan 24, 2015

The house looked awful, in my view. In that way, the new incarnation -- essentially, a new house -- is better for me since it has no connection to the past.


Anyway, back to the present …

It's a music festival this weekend here -- "Riot, Redemption, and Rock 'N Roll" -- and even The Boss himself (Bruce Springsteen) is here (or so I heard). No, we didn't come here for that event.

The old Convention Center, Asbury Park, N.J., 11:19 a.m. April 27, 2019


OK, I'm going to sign off.


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