TGIF...came home to a ROAD rather than sandy drive. Yippeee. Walked along the beach and enjoyed a nice stroll with only a few shells. Doug hit golf balls against a hanging piece of carpet and then we scooted off to the old, old historic graveyard on Broadway close to the Strand. Spent a few hours taking over 100 photos and some interesting gravestone reading. Tried a few grave rubbings with pastels and crayons. The long shadows and setting sun gave a nice erry feeling to this place. Lots of German immigrants are buried there. Oldest year we saw on the stones was 1810 died. Many had ornate angels, leaves, statues and shells mixed in the concrete. Lots of marble and granite crypts. Later, headed over to that illusive China Island Restaurant off 61st and Broadway. Do not...I repeat....Do not EVER eat there. Yes, they had small fried whole crabs, sushi and spicy chinese...but they fried the shrimp with the shells on it. We drove home hoping we would live to see the beachhouse one more time.
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