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I grew up a Jersey ginger with zero ability to protect myself against the suns deadly summer rays. However, as a child of the 60’s such things as sun block were still years from invention. My parents generation believed in oil as the best defense against the sun…OIL! Basically, I was broiled to a dark lobster red for the first several years of my life. Blisters and second degree burns were the norm for my and my fellow ginger siblings.

But despite the agonizing long rides north up the Garden State Parkway (only 2 lanes in those days) back to Bergen County on those unbearable humid nights I still have fond memories. Now that I live in Ireland I think back and cherish those days. The smells of the boardwalk and the sound of the crashing waves. The spinning wheels of games of chance that nobody could possible win. The music. I can feel it on charred skin to this very day.

As I grew older the innocence of my childhood summers turned to wild weekends that soaked my liver and blew apart millions of brain cells. Sex, drugs and rock n roll and a lot of Springsteen would consume me for decades. In fact, I would suggest a decade or two too long. But I survived. I don’t know how, but I did.

Now I’m old I guess. Those childhood human roasts and youthful fist pumping nights by the sea have been replaced with thoughts of my glory days. As the Boss says:

“Think I’m going down to the well tonight
Well now I’m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
Little of the glory of, well time slips away
And leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of
Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days”


Have a great summer everyone!
Chaunce Hayden

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