Wednesday, June 24, 2009

A Sucker for a Summer Song


It's been 40 years since I walked barefoot in the warm sands of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but my most memorable stroll on the sand was around midnight the following year. That was the night I kissed a beautiful girl my own age under the moonlight on the beach at Stone Harbor, New Jersey. We were both 19.

She had long, thick, black hair that fell nearly to her waist and her favorite breakfast food was plain white bread without the crust and black coffee. She'd locked herself out of her motel room earlier that evening and, while I stood on the shoulders of a friend, I removed the window screen, squeezed in through the open window and unlocked her door.

What I got for my effort was only a kiss that night. But it was a kiss on the beach in the summer moonlight. A kiss I'd never forget.

There was no music when I enjoyed my first romantic kiss with the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Just the soft rush of the incoming tide and the gentle flapping of the cool ocean breeze against us. But, if there had been music playing, it would have been in my head and it might have been one of these four songs. Or all of them.

1. Theme Song from A Summer Place (the 1960 instrumental version by The Percy Faith Orchestra)
2. Telstar (the 1962 song by The Tornados)
3. Surfer Girl (from the Beach Boy's 1963 Surfer Girl Album -- a vinyl album I still own)
4. Your Summer Dream (Surfer Girl album)

Even today, I'm still a sucker for a beautiful, romantic, summer song.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Hopping Through Hoops

Hmmm. Hopping or Diving?
Last month Amazon.com tossed out one of my favorite hoops, the Amazon Connect hoop. I'd hopped through that hoop way back in February because it gave me a place to blog on Amazon and I never saw a hoop that didn't make me want to taking a flying leap right through it.

Last month Amazon.com replaced that Amazon Connect hoop with the Author Central hoop and, hesitating at first, I hopped through that one, too. I and Jonco Bugos, my alter ego and literary pen name, held hands like two starry-eyed youths and hopped right through, expecting Wonderland on the other side or something to that affect. What we'll probably find are more hoops to hop through as we explore that realm. We certainly hope so.

Oh, well. At least Jonco and I haven't run across a big white rabbit yet, all frantic and late for a very important date. But, if we do, we'll help him out, too. And if he holds out a great big hoop for us, we'll hop right through it without hesitation.

By the way, this is the first time Jonco and I have posted anything on a blog together. We're just determined to be ourselves and to make sure everyone knows that this author "hoop hopping" is all they'll ever get from us in the way of a dog and pony show. Nobody owns us because we're independent authors.

And, besides, we really like hopping through hoops. So we do.