Fred & Fuzzy's: Fantastique

What an absolutely perfect day to eat at the B.E.A.C.H. (best escape anyone can have: according to a baseball cap in the gift store, down the shore.) When the doorbell rings and friends say, "How about Fred and Fuzzy's for lunch?" The answer is always: YES!! At our shore-side table we had the opportunity to watch fellow hungry patrons arrive via pontoon and motorboat. [No ski-dos this meal.] There was a kayak crew that was seriously busy, but the most entertainment came from watching the young, super-blonde boys picking up the biggest rocks they could lift and splash them at each other: kerplunk!

Thanks to our good friends John and Donna for the idea and the treat. It was also their idea to go hear the Dixieland Jazz band in the Fishstock barn the other night. What incredible talent we heard. My favorite was the rousing closer "When the Saints Go Marching In." There was a trombone duet that nearly brought the barn down. Such a joyous romp, it brought tears to my eyes.