(Jan-3-2012) The fireworks stands were thriving! The burn ban had been lifted and we were looking forward to a long night of endless fire works. However, Mother Nature calls the shots.
We woke up to FOG on New Year’s Eve morning. We kept thinking as the sun poked it’s fiery head out a few times, it’s going to clear. Then, it became foggier and foggier. So foggy that it was treacherous to venture out to dinner or anywhere you needed or wanted to go on Highway 87.
That night, the noise began, the smoke hovered in the air, everywhere BOOM BOOM BOOM. At midnight, you could hear (not see) the finale as those folks who had spent a fortune, shot off the last of their bottle rockets, heavy artillery, roman candles, and black cats. We cheered, whistled and thanked them for a splendid show.
And then January 1st, clear as a bell. Time to start cooking those black-eyed peas and cabbage – a Southerner’s good luck menu!
Happy New Year, ya’ll!
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.
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