I left the last post with me walking the boardwalk over the sand dune to the beach.
Sue and I joined many others on the beach and many watched from the boardwalk. We were waiting for the lifeguards to come.
On this day, they take their last swim together. Now, not all of the lifeguards are still here as college classes have started and they had to return home. Still and all, quite a few are still here.
They came running down the boardwalk and onto the beach.
They lined up on the beach and their accomplishments of the summer were announced to the crowd. How many lost parents were returned to their children, how many rescues were made and that there was zero drowning's on their watch. And we cheered.
The lifeguard lieutenant then commanded an about face.
Then we heard, Get Ready!,,,,Get Set!,,,,and we were all expecting to hear to GO! and instead we heard STRIP!
And there they stood. Check out those tan lines!
They were finally commanded to GO!
This last swim had to be bittersweet for this group of lifeguards. They have lived together, trained together, worked together and played together all summer. This is their last hurrah.
It didn’t take long for tighty whities to go flying through the air.
Meanwhile, back on the boardwalk, the jazz funeral players are having a concert on the stage.
Everyone sang along as they played songs everyone knew by heart.
Sister Mary Catherine Summer did some serious dancin’!
And he didn’t look too pleased by it.
Actually, this is Sally Summer, she sells seashells,,, by the seashore.
I asked the good Father why poor Sally’s boobs were so big since they were certainly disproportionate. He assured me he knew nothing about seashell selling Sally Summer’s boobs. I just didn’t believe him.
So there it is, the 2012 Bethany Beach Jazz Festival. A good time was had by all.
My first jazz funeral….it won’t be my last!
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