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Meanwhile, there is no oil in South Carolina.  Only a lot of small bivalves stinking up the joint.  Other than that, slightly cloudy, humid, and at this point, nothing too Pat Conroy about the place. 

But what is the same about beach towns is a certain seediness.  Why is that?  Once when visiting Hastings and Battle and the coastline there in England, I ran across the same funnel cone, spun sugar, grease caramel corn hot dog miasma that I have smelled in Santa Cruz and Ft. Walton Beach--and now here in Folly Beach.  What is it about the ocean that inspires fried foods and sugar?

In any case, I love it.  I don't eat it; rather, I just breathe it in. 

Folly Beach is a lovely hard wide beach, great for running.  Right now, I'm staring out at the ubiquitous older folk gathering shells as well as early-ish morning walkers and runners.  Soon, it will be tie for chaises and the reading of slightly marginal stories.

Can't wait.


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Speaking on behalf of all us

Speaking on behalf of all us bivalves, I resemble that remark!

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Seeds of change - not likely

Interesting. My daughter and I have said that even though the beach cities build and evolve there is always that "stuck in the 70's" seediness. We actually look forward to it.

Just experienced it on Mother's Day, in Solana and Redondo Beach.
There's always the shell gatherers, runners, and the attitude if you got it flaunt it - if you don't got it flaunt it anyway.

Enjoyed the same time warp at Galveston this past weekend.

Love the beach - always have - always will.
Thank you for posting.

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Maybe it's all about the

Maybe it's all about the senses--the sun, the sand, the surf. And then add to that alcohol, sugar, and fat. We are so "in" the bodily moment!

Thanks for bringing up more beaches!

Jessica Barksdale Inclan