“Day Of The Dolphins” – A Summer 2023 Beach Story

Okay, a midst all the war coverage and having learned that this country has had over five-hundred (560) mass shooting gun incidents this year alone, where innocent people were killed (source The PBS Newshour/Weekend/BBC) and as we head into the heart of Autumn, I figure you may need to read a real, warm feel-good story, and I hope this is one.

I was chillin’ at Buckroe Beach, which is just west of Virginia Beach on an inlet, one late-August day, after a nice (except for the local constructions foiling my GPS through the local neighborhood you have to traverse tot get to the beach) hour-long drive from my home. Its my newest shore point to visit when I need some sand and sun with a few salt water splash baths and did not want to traverse the super-long tunnel-bridge over the Chesapeake [I’ve since learned that there is another route to the ocean and I’ll try that next beach season in 2024].

There was a sparse crowd, with empty wooden high chairs posing as lifeguards; they left red flags behind, however there is no undertow at Buckroe (sounds like a slogan, doesn’t it?) so they went ignored.

After deploying my low-rider beach chair, towels, blanket and special waterproof, thermal beach knapsack where I kept my Canon digital camera (its better than the smartphone cam for my purposes), “special recipe” chicken drumsticks which I’d cooked earlier, beverage and checking out the scene, my first mission is to refill my Zap spray bottle with some new salt H2O!

This is a bottle I keep on the door of my fridge, or off to one-side, away from the food and is for special occasions like like sitting out on “tar beach” and spraying some on me or under the back deck sun, when I can’t make it to the shore. Or…when I get a cut on my hand or elsewhere on my bod, because in-case you didn’t notice, if you go to the beach and have some kind of superficial wound, it miraculously heals within a day or so after you return…its the salt water!!!

Well, there weren’t any real pretty chicks in bikinis that day, so I figured it would be just me, the sun, some olive oil, my notebook, pen and the book I got from the library which I was working my way through – and of course, that soothing sound of the waves undulating nearby with the smell of sea air!

I also noticed that there was an elderly couple nearby whose conversation I could overhear. From time-to-time. The lady smiled at me when once our eyes met and we exchanged pleasantries about the din.

After a while I noticed a couple of fins moving north-to-south through the waves and heard the murmur of others near by about them. We knew they were dolphins and not sharks because of their shape and that they splashed up, forward in an arc every so often! I thought amusingly about the TV show “Flipper”, which I grew up watching. Its amazing the things my mind reminisces about, given a situation, with laughs!

Different people were testing the waters and waves every so-often, including the lady nearby, while her hubby left to swim and her to man the umbrella and all. She told me at one point when I looked over, “I’m deathly afraid of that water!” I replied that I understood; there is only so far I will even go out into the waves – like maybe up to my knees! Her gentleman was really comfortable going out deep where you could only see his head bobbing in the waves, and she, who was afraid of doing so [like I am], until he finally convinced her to join him, and she took the leap of faith and trust in him and joined him out there, side-by-side.

Then… after a while, think that he convinced her and the next moments I saw were these:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was wowed. They frolicked out there for quite some time!…and I thought, “you see, that’s what I’m missing; that one lady and the relationship of trust that transcends the huggin, lovin’ and kissin’! Maybe I had her and let her go in my past, yet that is not the moral of this story. It is that significant others must learn to trust one-another unequivocally in-order to have a timeless and everlasting love.

 

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Thanks a Million!

Chi-Lites “Half A Love” Tune Wedgie

This is important! Will get back soon as I fulfill my swoon. Just know that if you are younger than forty (40), a slow jam like this and those of this ilk, may have brought you into this world! LOL Yes, this song is almost fifty years ago, but can you not agree that is is still relevant today? Doesn’t the beat and message still stay with you? “Half a love is better than no love at all, baybay…” C’mon, are you kidding me? Lets not forget the soul music of our recent past and make it last.

Yet, and can calm the current one with love. The Chi-Lites were one of many male soul or rhythm & blues categorized groups who competed for our slow jam, close-to-close dances in the clubs, basement parties and socials to possibly connect with that new object of your desire! Do you remember “Oh Girl” from 1972?

Listen to that signature, whispery Eugene Record sound, which still sends romantic thrills through your lonely body spine.

These words belong on my music-only blog, https://achilliadsmyvinylrecordshoppe.wordpress.com/ but I am at my desk after producing this Chi-Lites educational and therefore I shall not shift it there. Stand by though and please add a comment, whether you are young (never heard it) or song-seasoned (my peeps), Okay?