5 thoughts on “New Day at the Beach. Not Like the Old Days”
June Gloom with overcast sky? Crappy surf bumming everybody out? What do you mean, ACE, that it isn’t like the old days? I remember PLENTY of these identical days!!!
Here in the mountains next to the Canadian Border however it hit 104’F on my thermometer when 20 years ago we would still be having frosts at night (last frost was ALWAYS in June by the way). And there used to still be snow on the mountain peaks instead of fire smoke wafting by….
When I look at Ocean Beach, I see at leat 15-feet of dredge sand trucked over from Mission Bay dredging in the early 1960s. This is not the same beach I played on in the 1950s, when we had to walk down a cement staircase from Newport to find the sand. Now a retired archaeologist, I think about the buried staircase that almost no one in Ocean Beach knows exists.
ACE
A picture is worth a thousand words. For me what I saw in your photo post was a metaphor for our society. The OB Pier in the background melting into the sea. Border Patrol scanning the horizon for those searching for a better life and Tower 5. In numerology 5 represents freedom.
I don’t remember them, Ron. Was too little then running around the sand in OB to even pay attention to the Newport stairs. And we lived at the end of Cape May before I was born to maybe 5 yrs old or so; most of my world was spent in the sand or the ocean at the bottom of that block.
I do, however, remember how deep the Mission Beach stairs went after massive winter storms ripped the sand off the beach. When I moved to my dad’s in MB in 1st grade (1961) you could have easily broken your leg jumping over the wall as a kid on those days if you forgot it had washed off. It was a long drop for kid.
I have a few pictures from when I was maybe 20/21 or so (1974?) standing on the sand under it stretching my hand up and not even coming close to touching the top of the step on the seaward side of the wall; 8 or 10 feet of drop after big storms took it all away. Days where there was no way to exit the beach except by using the stairs. Remember those weird concrete lifeguard towers the city tried out and they all fell over and were sucked out?
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ACE: Well, yeah, but La Migra were always around anyway, even back then. They didn’t have such nice new trucks with the pretty paint jobs, though!
But with all the boats showing up on the beaches lately? Are you really surprised especially with Trump’s border war going on? Anywhere within 200 miles of a border is in their ‘authorized’ search & arrest zone is the last I read about that. I’m in that zone here for that matter being only about 40 air miles from the Canadian Border…
I remember working in a beachfront bar/restaurant back in the 70s as a dishwasher/busboy that got raided by Border Patrol. Can’t remember the name, funky little wood place right at the north end of the Boardwalk. Took away a couple of cooks and the other busboy which closed the kitchen for a few days…but the bar side stayed open anyway.
Yeah, okay, so it’s all a little more Fascist Police State… Big sigh and a shiver down my spine.
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June Gloom with overcast sky? Crappy surf bumming everybody out? What do you mean, ACE, that it isn’t like the old days? I remember PLENTY of these identical days!!!
Here in the mountains next to the Canadian Border however it hit 104’F on my thermometer when 20 years ago we would still be having frosts at night (last frost was ALWAYS in June by the way). And there used to still be snow on the mountain peaks instead of fire smoke wafting by….
sealintheSelkirks
We did not have Border Patrol surveilling the beach. New addition to the new world.
When I look at Ocean Beach, I see at leat 15-feet of dredge sand trucked over from Mission Bay dredging in the early 1960s. This is not the same beach I played on in the 1950s, when we had to walk down a cement staircase from Newport to find the sand. Now a retired archaeologist, I think about the buried staircase that almost no one in Ocean Beach knows exists.
ACE
A picture is worth a thousand words. For me what I saw in your photo post was a metaphor for our society. The OB Pier in the background melting into the sea. Border Patrol scanning the horizon for those searching for a better life and Tower 5. In numerology 5 represents freedom.
I don’t remember them, Ron. Was too little then running around the sand in OB to even pay attention to the Newport stairs. And we lived at the end of Cape May before I was born to maybe 5 yrs old or so; most of my world was spent in the sand or the ocean at the bottom of that block.
I do, however, remember how deep the Mission Beach stairs went after massive winter storms ripped the sand off the beach. When I moved to my dad’s in MB in 1st grade (1961) you could have easily broken your leg jumping over the wall as a kid on those days if you forgot it had washed off. It was a long drop for kid.
I have a few pictures from when I was maybe 20/21 or so (1974?) standing on the sand under it stretching my hand up and not even coming close to touching the top of the step on the seaward side of the wall; 8 or 10 feet of drop after big storms took it all away. Days where there was no way to exit the beach except by using the stairs. Remember those weird concrete lifeguard towers the city tried out and they all fell over and were sucked out?
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ACE: Well, yeah, but La Migra were always around anyway, even back then. They didn’t have such nice new trucks with the pretty paint jobs, though!
But with all the boats showing up on the beaches lately? Are you really surprised especially with Trump’s border war going on? Anywhere within 200 miles of a border is in their ‘authorized’ search & arrest zone is the last I read about that. I’m in that zone here for that matter being only about 40 air miles from the Canadian Border…
I remember working in a beachfront bar/restaurant back in the 70s as a dishwasher/busboy that got raided by Border Patrol. Can’t remember the name, funky little wood place right at the north end of the Boardwalk. Took away a couple of cooks and the other busboy which closed the kitchen for a few days…but the bar side stayed open anyway.
Yeah, okay, so it’s all a little more Fascist Police State… Big sigh and a shiver down my spine.
sealintheSelkirks