Below is the old Sea Gull restaurant around 1960 or so. Our family ran it for a couple of years. Of course, it is gone now-a parking lot-yep-it’s a parking lot now. Have to make room for all the tourists who are coming-and they are coming and coming. We love to see the tourists come. We love to see the tourists go. Made some good tourist friends. Flipped off a few too.

I often write about tourists. In fact, I’m working on something sort of touristy now. How to use the so varied personalities is difficult, incorporating them into the story, making them the fabric of a story. But how much fabric? that’s the question. Reminds me of two Hemingway quotes: “The first draft of anything is shit.”    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed.”  Good quotes-huh? The last  is probably my favorite-it is oh, so true.

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