Frozen sand crunches and squeaks as I walk.
Happy runs playfully exploring sticks, rocks, and
assorted beach stuff. There isn't a soul around, must be
the cold. According to "your local weather on the 8's"
it is 21 degrees and with the wind chill factor 11. I hate
the cold but I must admit there is something special about
As I walk south along the beach I see the same view of
Convention Hall that Mickey Rourke sees in the "Wrestler".
The same views that appear in Springstein videos. Something
about a deserted Asbury Park in the winter that is haunting,
After about an hour or so a few other dogs and their owners
appear. The spell is broken. Happy and I are both kind of
glad to have the company.