The Upside of Escapism

Where Do I Begin?

I imagine a production. I have for a long time. I imagined the Better Duck Inn as the place where the captain of RV Bowser grew up. The Bowser ran into dangerous weather in the middle of nowhere last November, Remember?

Good! I am not rushing to move along the story line. I would rather be sitting around the writer’s table at the Better Duck Inn. I can imagine lots of plans coming out of that dining room. Drafting this screen play is just one of them. I miss those days as if I had had them.

The weather is no better here now than it was in November. I was out to the coast today between Manasquan and Sandy Hook. A light rain fell intermittently. I saw a film crew working at the top of Deal or the Bottom of Long Branch on the ocean side of road. I get excited whenever I see evidence of movie making. I have no idea what they were working on. I kept heading north towards Sandy Hook, I did not even think about stopping.

As I was leaving Manasqun this guy landed a blue fish. He said he was going to eat it.