Our carnival life forever

Where to begin; perhaps with the observation on the beach, that everyone, or most everyone has to be compound ready with rolling cart for stuff. The compound, is the area, or perimeter set up for family that effectively blocks any view of the beach by people sitting or laying behind the select group. Kind of, like rich people who buy up all of the coastal property and make it impossible to see that there is actually an ocean, lake, lagoon, pond or any such body of water on the other side of their house or fence. What the fuck, people can't carry shit anymore! I mean everyone had a cart and sure I had a bunch of crap to bring, all the accoutrement that must go with any beach visit, yet having to have a ritual for everything begins to rub. There is more, of course, we were gone for a week and in one of those days, I started with a power walk on the shore, mid day found us in Philly seeing the Tutmiester, later on the Hershey the capital of chocolate americana style, then last, was Breezewood for a night of unsettled rest as Jack begged his dad to cease and desist all snoring.