With my Murrell's Inlet Krystals on board, I knew immediately what I had to do. It is impossible for me to get that close to the ocean and walk/drive away. You see, like it or not, I am a beach baby. I was born near the ocean and raised (more or less) near the ocean. Of course having a Marine as a father sort of had something to do with my childhood geography: California, North Carolina, Virginia, and Georgia. The ocean will always be a part of me. I know when I go visit Huntsville, AL and Chattanooga, TN I convince myself that I feel at home there. The views are spectacular. The people are wonderful and warm and welcoming. Lets face it, Huntsville and Chattanooga are great places, and I love visiting. But when I get close to the ocean, it all becomes clear. I belong near the beach. I have always felt that our Heaven and our Hell are "custom built" for us. I used to joke in college that "my Hell" would be a computer lab full of back feeding printers. Sadly, in the modern world of sheet feeding inkjet and laser printers, no one has a clue what a backfeeding printer is.
As a risk of severely dating myself: you cannot understand a backfeeding printer unless you know the following vocabulary term: tractor feed printer. Those who remember dot matrix printers understand what I mean.
(This is the same printer I had in college.)Those who don't know what it's like to remove miles of perforated strips from the sides of your term papers will never understand the chaos and frusration of a backfeeding printer.
With the demise of dot matrix tractor fed continuous perforated paper demons, I am no longer certain of what my Hell might look like. I am just going to assume I'll never have to know. Although I am unsure of what my Hell may look like, I have no doubt what my Heaven will look like:
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# posted by JasonJ1052 @ 6:17 PM
