Who: 50-something woman; mother of 2 adult children; Episcopalian but not rigid
What: Have fibromyalgia, love travel, love hockey, enjoy most sports (watching), very eclectic interests
When: Now is the only time we have
Where: Born in Massachusetts; currently live there; mind travels many places that the rest of me can’t
Why: God only knows . . . or maybe that should be only God knows
Hello!
This may come across as quite random, but I feel I may know you (possibly). I was browsing the internet amid a bout of boredom in the office, and began researching places to stay on the ‘Block this summer. I recall my father telling my sister and I a few years ago that the Surf was never again to be. I was incredibly upset, as this was an annual summer destination for my family while I was growing up (mid 90’s). I’m not sure if you were part of the crowd of folks that would return to the Surf Hotel the same week(s) every summer. Do you remember a woman named Sharon (I recall her having a son named Danny, whom always brought a friend named Ben), or a fellow named Roger (married with two daughters, one being named Elizabeth)? My father is Loren, and mother is Nancy. My father was known to play bocci on the hill with Paul and the gang, and we would both play Scat at night with the rest of the crew.
If you are not one of the people that my family and I grew to love and return to see every summer, I apologize for coming across as a crazy person! If you are, I’m glad to have come across your blog post! Please advise if I am simply jumping to conclusions based on one simple fact, or not. Hope you’re doing well, regardless.
Take care,
Ellen M.