Friday, September 04, 2009
Cash for Clunkers
Cash for Clunkers sounded so much funnier than Plan Prever... so we opted for Holden Beach, NC, (oh, my God!!!, what a beach) to enjoy a few days with the family, especially our first grandson, Leo (aka Buddha), Kelly and Daniel's firstborn...
No, the great and smiley blond you can see in the pix above is not Leo, he is young Henry J. Rothrock, the only (not for long, as the beach was conducive) son of Becca and Sam.
You can better see Little Leo, already a man with balls, great balls, in the presentation below, shot mostly at the beach in Holden and Brooklyn; there are a couple of pix in ILM, the international airport in Willmington, half an hour from the beach, where he flew from New York City. By the way, ILM is probably the nearest international airport to Kitty Hawk, the dune from which the Wright Bros flew an airplane for the first time in history (great beaches there too, including a Coquina Beach).
The young Rothrocks came from St. Louis, MO, via Atlanta, and also landed in ILM. The not so young Rothrocks, Jim and Jane, drove from Richmond, VA, as Susan and I did.
Some days later more family visited: Ruth Rothrock, Jim and Joy Noonan, and their grandchildren Carolyn and Tripp, both great kids. We had great fun with them, although Tripp almost exhausted me running waves (he is tireless... and never stops). Of course, we also shared company with a bunch of Jim&Jane's great friends (John&Mimi, Arnie&Diane, Gil&Bev, Sharon and Margo, ... Let me say: some of them know damn well how to cook, and had the grace to invite, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Below you can see some of us in a hard day's work at the beach. Beach that we gladly shared with pelicans, sand-pippers and othe birds (this year they had encefilitis and the population was diminished), crabs, crustaceans and fishes of all kinds, including purpoises (a kind of dolphins), sea oates (those thin veggies that grow in the dunes and fly with the wind), endangered turtles (Holden is one of those places where these huge sea turttles come to nest - always in the same place - after travelling seas all around the world), and a few other people, not many, just a few.