Revere Beach

7/27/2015

Hot, fan hot, walking toward the sand statues in my work pants and work boots, still sweaty and beat from work— walking along revere beach, passed the state police building, heading into the shade of the cool covered pavilions. I can see the statues in the distance getting closer. I’m thinking, ‘wow I’m actually being spontaneous after work and not worried about getting stuck in Ted Williams tunnel or getting home late’. Oh and it’s my birthday so I figure what the hell. Of course my cell phone seemed to die with 12 % power and was only able to take a few pictures— but that was not the mission. I just wanted see some real sand sculptures. They were really incredible, creative, thematic, bold and well you get the picture. I walked in the sand, not too thick and followed the gates that are set up to keep people from touching sculptures. People were taking pictures and blocking my path and oohing and ahhing. I walked the whole length and there were probably maybe 20 sculptures or so. The beach itself was relatively quiet despite the heat. Little brownish waves rippled in, carrying sand from the shoreline sand bar. I look out passed the long row of rocks that run parallel to the shoreline but about a hundred yards out that during high tide are submerged by the water; while in low tide, it is a path that you can follow across the water. In the distance and across the long flat ocean, passed the peninsula town of Nahant on the left and Winthrop Point coast on the right is the Egg Rock Island Lighthouse in Nahant Bay. A Tall Ship, maybe a Schooner sails toward the lighthouse. I can imagine people on the beach cursing their phone cameras for not having real zoom lenses as the Schooner passes over the lighthouse, surely a dramatic moment for anyone watching the ocean for Humpback Whales or Steamships. It passes by and slowly exits the view. I stand there quite impressed by a public beach that had a bad reputation for trash and creeps. Though not the classic Cape Cod type of beach, it had its own unique character and I look forward to spending a little more time in this area to explore it. 

This was one of, if not my personal favorite, although there were others highly more detailed, artful and dramatic. Personally, for me, simplicity wins it.

Sure is strange

The road days: my road band hanging on the wall behind me.

Sure is strange going through these old journals of mine... shadows of who I once was... those years, who I was then, hidden by masks... kind of puts some things in perspective. I haven't thought about most of this stuff in years, in fact, some of it, now I don't even remember. Now if I can only make some interesting fiction out of some of this.


This is why the writing never stops....

Revere Beach

My view at work. The good thing is, hey great, I'm working at the beach; the bad thing is, oh crap, I'm working at the beach.

Blog 277

Well it was my first time getting bit by 277 and I relived it all day, thinking how did this happen. When I got off the floor it felt like a truck had hit me. My foreman, Gerry was cool and tried to calm me down telling me about the three times he had been nailed... and tried to laugh his way through it with me which was cool because I was so strange about it, still in shock (no pun here). Even now it's difficult to recall the whole thing. It just happened out of nowhere.


So at about 8:15 this morning I was on an 8 ft ladder and checking a circuit to see if it was alive or not. I had to install a 2 x 4 light fixture in the ceiling. Took out my meter even though I thought it was dead just to check the three conductors-- hot, neutral and ground. I checked hot to ground (green wire and black wire, hot) and meter read 290 volts. That said everything that I needed to know and that it was alive and powerful. However I wasn't sure if my meter batteries were dying because I had left meter on previously. So, I decided to test the hot to neutral (white wire) which is the same reading as ground. Just being ultra cautious at this point. Should have left it alone, called it a day and found the breaker to kill circuit. So as I was uncapping the white wire, somehow my right finger came in contact with the hot and ground and bam!-- I was on the ladder for maybe 8 seconds unable to pull away and the electricity traveled through me and I yelled, shaking. I remember thinking "fuuuuck" when finally my knees gave out and gravity pushed me off the ladder, breaking the electrical connection and I fell to the floor in a daze.