My mid-week colleagues on the boardwalk

Would you like to see what some folks are doing while you (we) are slaving under the bright, white florescent lights? These are from my trip to Atlantic City a few Wednesdays ago before my current consulting project started. It's not healthy for me to revisit these photos—it warps my perspective—but I'll suffer them for your sake, dear reader.

You can cast from the beach. This guy was young enough to work. I wonder why he's not at a desk? He didn't get a bite the whole time I was watching but that's hardly the point, is it?


There's a colony of feral cats that live under the boardwalk. You can tell they're related because they all pretty much look the same. The locals provide food and shelter for them. This old salt better be careful with that second-hand smoke.


This is how I aspire to live one day. The beauty of nothingness. Sit on the beach, wiggle your toes in the sand and read some nice, trashy literature.

They do it down on Camber Sands
They do it at Waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day,
At night the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky
A Harold Robbins paperback

Pulling Mussels
Squeeze

Yup. They surf in New Jersey. You wouldn't think so. The water is still quite cool, so everyone wore wet suits.


The waves are usually pretty tame unless there's a nor'easter roaring up the coast.


This food cart serves meals from the four main food groups: sausages, hot dogs, corn dogs and nachos w/ cheese.

What? Don't pretend you've never eaten Boardwalk food before and loved every bite.