
It might be the ocean air, but Mack and Manco has the best pizza! There is nothing like stopping for a saucy slice when you are cruising down the boardwalk.
A PhotoDocumentary Experiment of the places I go with a bit of about my New Year Resolution to listen to complete Albums - #AlbumListenParty

On of the great things about family resort towns is that there are traditions that never change. Some thing never change.
My mom and I headed to Brown's donuts on the northern end of the boardwalk in Ocean City, NJ around 7am to get donuts.
When we got there at 7:05, this line had already formed waiting for Browns to open.
We talked to the people in line and basically just enjoyed the weather.
It was worth the wait! There is nothing like eating a Brown's chocolate glazed donut.

During my vacation, the weather was hot. As a matter of fact, it was the hottest day of the summer in Ocean City when I was there.
Some brave, or maybe crazy, people were at the beach hunkered down with their umbrellas. I thought with the parasailer, it was a pretty cool (in the vibe sense) scene.
I pulled over my bike and snapped a pic. You have to love compact digital cameras.

There is something very peaceful about the ocean in the morning. I love how everything seems to have taken on a blue cast from the morning light.
This photo is of the row boat at the life guard station. They don't have it at all the stations, but they are sprinkled down the beach at different points.
They keep the beaches in Ocean City very well groomed, so it makes the early morning adventures really enjoyable because you don't see any liter on the beach from the day before.

I love going to the West Side Market in Ohio City. Besides being a great place to shop, it is a great place to people watch. This Saturday was no exception.
I didn't take my camera because I had headed out early to bet the crowd. If you want to get the best stuff and do serious shopping, the earlier the better.
I was so glad my cell phone had a camera because I would have hated to miss this guy.

It is summertime, and in Cleveland that means festivals. Local church festivals, beer festivals, food festivals and cultural festivals.
This weekend I was at the Irish Festival. Instead of getting some good Irish fare, I decided to have a corn dog. While I was standing in line, I noticed this sign. It immediately reminded me of Tom. His love of cheese is absolutely unparalleled.
As a matter of fact, he had been extolling the virtues of the cheese on a stick he had at a church festival the previous week.
Oh Glory Day!