the village: yacht club
rock the boat
the village is a new micro mashup miniseries. Here are Part 1 and Part 2 in case you missed them!
As kids, we called them “Summer Jerks,” folks from away who summered on the island. Every Fourth of July, we’d count the out-of-state license plates from our perch on the Town Landing railing: Connecticut, New York, Pennsylvania. Summer Jerk parents joined the Yacht Club, the old house on Cozy Harbor next to Gussie’s, the lunch counter/bowling alley run by Gus and his wife, Emolyn, who was also my third, fourth and fifth grade teacher. Summer Jerk kids clad in IZOD shirts and Topsiders took sailing lessons there. Summer Jerk families attended the Club’s ice cream socials.
Now, I am one.
Take a deeper dive into the bowling alley, where I spent the carefree summer days of my youth trying to make a frozen strawberry Charleston Chew last all afternoon and flirting with Summer Jerks.
What a time it was, I loved the telling of the summer jerks, the love letter to your teacher, as well as the Gussies menu.
All gave smiles and bits and pieces of my own childhood memories, though it was much different.
Hah, that last line.