Bucky's Beach Week contest
Bucky is better than anyone I know at writing guest posts that have no food in them at all and yet I still want to publish them. Is that a good thing? I can't quite decide, but I admire his cleverness. Here's Bucky. EL ...
by e. e. cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles, and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea."
I am always amazed at people who spend their time and money to visit our mountains. They are just, you know, mountains. Big piles of rock. There…that’s Pikes Peak. And that’s Mount Evans. And that one over there is Long’s Peak.
In the early 80s, before the oil bust, I was offered the opportunity (and the relocation benefit package) to move to a place where I would have not only been near an ocean, I could have bought a Hunter 50 live-aboard sailboat and lived on the ocean. I know this because the guy who got the job when I turned it down did exactly that.
I agonized over whether to take that job, but in the end my decision was as least in part influenced by this: I love the ocean. And I would hate if living near or on it ever resulted in me feeling ambivalent about it, the way I feel about mountains. Among my saddest days that don’t involve death are the last nights on the beach, before heading home from vacations. They are that sad because the days that precede them are that happy.
No food hook today, because there is nothing I can say about beach food or beach dining or beach restaurants that hasn’t already been said at least once this week.
That’s what comes with going last.
But…I do have a contest and a prize!
The very collectible Dining@Large Beach Week 2009 apron pictured above will be awarded to a person who completes the following comment: “My best day at the (beach, shore, coast or ocean — pick one)…” or to the person who responds to one of those comments in some notable way.
Tomorrow is Saturday-lunch-at-the-bar day and I will drag my laptop along this week. Paco, JMT and Stacy, if she’s not too busy tending bar, will select the winner from the comments submitted, using their own criteria. That means the contest closes at about 11 a.m. MDT tomorrow.