Saturday, November 22, 2014

At Betty's

Fun day.  I had planned to take a bus to Atlantic City and from there to Ventnor, but it was so cold, I didn't.  After I got gas, I actually saw the bus waiting on the street and darn, I wish I had boarded it.  Instead, I drove south.
Got there about noon and Betty and I greeted each other.  Her house looks beautiful.  All the floors, except for the bathrooms, kitchen, and laundry room, are a lovely hardwood, the color of oak, I think, and the walls are painted a kind of linen.  She had crown molding put up, too, and that adds a terrific touch of elegance. Anyway, it looks great and I loved seeing it.
We walked around the corner to a new little restaurant for lunch.   After, we went in Betty's car to the Longport breakwater, which sparkled in the sun on the several-million-dollar houses along the beach.  Place was deserted, of course, as these mansions, it seems, are occupied only in the summer.  It's hard to imagine what the owners' year-round homes are like, considering this little summer shacks.
We drove up to the Inlet after that.  Lots of changes in Atlantic City, many unfortunate with the closing of so many casinos.  How can that area help but become depressed with an estimated 8000 people soon to be out of work?
I stayed another half hour at Betty's, chatting with my Sis.  Betty will join us at my friend's for Thanksgiving, then stay over at my place.  Stopped, as I often do on the way home, to see our mutual HSHS grad, Mary Martin Hoffman.
Back in town, I went to the library and picked up the book I requested, the anti-war novel by Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun.  Saw Aline, who called later, and we made a date for breakfast on Wednesday.



No comments:

SATURDAY

 Nothing much going on in the morning. Later, I walked to the P.O. to send some of the overseas Thanksgiving cards and check the weight of a...