Jan. '06 Blog
First off, the rumor that I was run out of Myrtle Beach on a rail is part of a vast evangelical right wing conspiracy to sully my sterling reputation ain't true. I decided to move, hopefully for the last time ever, for reasons of my own. I really didn't go far, just a few miles up the road to North Myrtle Beach. One of the side effects of my advanced calcification is that I really can only handle one major project at a time. The process of moving and fixing up my new place kept me occupied for most of December and part of January. But at last, I have my nose to the verbiage grindstone again.
While I don't really approve of excessive whining, I will take a couple of parting shots at Myrtle Beach. An applicable attitude would be one similar to that the Vanderbilt's might have felt when the nouveau riche started moving into their Newport neighborhood. Just a single example, new restaurant opened up, owner says he wants to raise the dining experience up a notch. Diners need to dress properly, lots of gold and diamonds hanging off their appendages, maybe their belt buckles too, but its hard to tell under the common obesity. Red necked waiters with little training. Crab cakes were excellent and the plate was neat. But nothing approaching gourmet, and forget presentation as an art form. Somehow the whole scene reminded me of a cruise ship. [OK, I confess, I did go on a cruise one time maybe 15 years ago. I am glad I got my turn over with.] Not really much point to saying that, except that it gives me a chance to brag that over a year since I quit the restaurant scene and started doing my own cooking, I am eating like a king, and it is gratifying that when I look at myself in the mirror my skin takes a sharp turn inward when it passes my rib cage. Sort of like a six pack without the ripples.
North Myrtle Beach is a little funkier, a little more down home, and a better attitude toward the citizens. Real good beach access and free parking. Anyway, I will work on pot poury next time. Just wanted to get the first section of Haints published.
First off, the rumor that I was run out of Myrtle Beach on a rail is part of a vast evangelical right wing conspiracy to sully my sterling reputation ain't true. I decided to move, hopefully for the last time ever, for reasons of my own. I really didn't go far, just a few miles up the road to North Myrtle Beach. One of the side effects of my advanced calcification is that I really can only handle one major project at a time. The process of moving and fixing up my new place kept me occupied for most of December and part of January. But at last, I have my nose to the verbiage grindstone again.
While I don't really approve of excessive whining, I will take a couple of parting shots at Myrtle Beach. An applicable attitude would be one similar to that the Vanderbilt's might have felt when the nouveau riche started moving into their Newport neighborhood. Just a single example, new restaurant opened up, owner says he wants to raise the dining experience up a notch. Diners need to dress properly, lots of gold and diamonds hanging off their appendages, maybe their belt buckles too, but its hard to tell under the common obesity. Red necked waiters with little training. Crab cakes were excellent and the plate was neat. But nothing approaching gourmet, and forget presentation as an art form. Somehow the whole scene reminded me of a cruise ship. [OK, I confess, I did go on a cruise one time maybe 15 years ago. I am glad I got my turn over with.] Not really much point to saying that, except that it gives me a chance to brag that over a year since I quit the restaurant scene and started doing my own cooking, I am eating like a king, and it is gratifying that when I look at myself in the mirror my skin takes a sharp turn inward when it passes my rib cage. Sort of like a six pack without the ripples.
North Myrtle Beach is a little funkier, a little more down home, and a better attitude toward the citizens. Real good beach access and free parking. Anyway, I will work on pot poury next time. Just wanted to get the first section of Haints published.
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