Say Hey, Bastille Neck!

July 14, 2015

Today in pictures:

Mom and I went to Polly’s on the Pier for breakfast. I can wholeheartedly recommend this place for reliable breakfast fare, a lovely view, great service and traditional, perfect beachside ambiance. All you could ever want.


Because it was Bastille Day, I had this:


Definitely not my usual.

Also, nobody we talked to today knew it was Bastille Day.

After breakfast, we took a short walk on a short pier (sorry) and ended up talking to three guys–self identified recent parolees from a prison in Texas. That was a bit weird. (We did not talk to them about Bastille Day.)

We kept it short. Relocated a bit south of the pier, sat for a couple of hours, talked and watched the action down on the sand.

Mom’s re-reading Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck… a great title and–based on the laughing coming out of her room last night–funny. So our selfie today was about necks. At least mine.  And regarding necks? I don’t really care. I think it’s supposed to look like this right about now.


(I sure didn’t get my mom’s olive complexion.)

Today was also the annual American League versus National League All-Star game. Really fun to watch on a big screen TV… so unlike our TV watching at home (in Davis). The pre-game hoopla was dramatic in the way network sports coverage tends to be for big sporting extravaganzas–just a teeny, weeny bit over the top–but there was one part that was particularly moving–the part when Johnny Bench (67), Hank Aaron (81), Sandy Koufax (79) and Willie (Say Hey!) Mays (84) were honored.


Mom even cried during this part.

Chris came over for dinner tonight. I’ll say two things about Chris… he’s got an enormously wicked sense of humor which is very entertaining and which I love, and his experience of growing up with our parents was vastly different than my own. It’s kind of amazing how that can be.

And with that, good night.