July 3, 2007 |
VENTNOR, N.J. - It's an ungodly hour. Unless, of course, you are Bruno Battaglia and your god is the sun. And your sanctuary is the beach. And your time of worship is all day long. Every day. For most of the last 40 years. And so what if the roofers at Dorset and Atlantic roll their eyes at you as you march down from the Dorset Avenue bridge before 8 a.m., shirtless and shoeless, beach chair in one hand, towel and little beach bag in the other. "Look. He's going to the beach again.
December 30, 2015 |
OCEAN CITY, N.J. - Every trip to the bathroom bolsters Earl Paul's resolve, with a mantra above his toilet compelling him to grab a boogie board and a wild pair of sunglasses and head east toward happiness: There is no bad day at the beach . If it's snowing out, he grabs a shovel, and he has duck boots for whatever act of God is churning up waves off the coast. If thoughts of his late wife and all she missed at their Ocean City getaway bear down on him, he lets them wash over him like a wave, and moves on past the boardwalk, zen-like toward the sand.
June 14, 2012 |
THE FIRST THING Jeff Carter needed to do after winning the Stanley Cup was shave that scraggly beard. He looked like a guy trying to look like an Amish guy. The second thing he needed to do was give the Kings his ring size ... or should that be ring, sighs? The next thing he needs to do is plan his day with the Stanley Cup. It's a terrific hockey tradition, and Carter should consider bringing it to Sea Isle, the wonderful Jersey shore town where the Toronto-native still owns a home.
July 16, 2008 |
Justin O'Neal was a hotshot college player who expected to help usher in the next era of American tennis. He, like contemporaries Andy Roddick and James Blake, would establish himself as a consistent top-20 player and compete for Grand Slam titles. That, O'Neal says, was a lifetime ago. Yesterday morning, a day after bowing out of his ATP Tour debut in the Indianapolis Tennis Championships, the West Philadelphia resident contemplated the last eight years of his life. He reminisced about the beach bum he became when he quit tennis and moved to San Diego.
August 14, 2011 |
One doesn't become Ocean City, N.J.'s No. 1 beach bum by accident. And retaining this self-proclaimed title requires Earl Paul to be diligent to the point of devotion. Sunblock and shades - Paul has a groovy violet pair - help. "It's a great life," the retired Philadelphia pipefitter declares as I join him in his carefully arranged encampment on the beach. Under the bright, hazy sky, all that lies between us and the silvery churn of the Atlantic is a frolic of families savoring summer's peak and a scrumptious sea breeze.
August 4, 1987 |
The sands here looked like a set for a beach blanket movie last weekend. Sun, sand and ocean breezes. Young girls in bikinis, bronze boys in Jamms, and teams gathering for volleyball games. But looks were deceiving: The games were serious stuff, thanks to some Californians from the Association of Volleyball Professionals. With $20,000 in prize money at stake in this professional beach-volleyball tournament, the summer fun was more than a pleasant diversion for a group of athletes who take their sport as seriously as Mike Schmidt takes baseball.
July 8, 1988 |
Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949), one of the most misleading titles in movie history, is a nasty, heartless - and hilarious - black comedy about British Edwardians who crave misleading titles like lord, baronet and duke. Ninth in succession to the D'Ascoyne duchy, an amoral Englishman (Dennis Price) cheerfully kills the other eight - all of whom are played by Alec Guinness in an inspired bit of casting. Whether popping up as a clergyman, a suffragette or the duke himself, Guinness is so insufferable that eliminating him seems almost an act of civic duty.
July 1, 1988 |
Charles F. "Dutch" Weiler, 90, who for years helped young boys train to become lifeguards in Atlantic City and took great pride in assisting the beach patrol, died Tuesday in Frankford Hospital, Torresdale Campus. Mr. Weiler would spend as much time as he could at the Atlantic City beach every summer - dressed in a red tank shirt and blue rowing shorts, sitting in guard stands, manning rescue boats, occasionally getting to the shore so early that he would have the chance to reel in a few fish before the bathers arrived.
March 19, 2009 |
While some are pigeonholing "I Love You, Man" as just another bromantic comedy set in the smelly recesses of the man-cave, it has a fresh spin. The arc of the classic Judd Apatow-ish movie follows an immature young man on a journey to commitment, responsibility, etc. "I Love You, Man" throws that in reverse - it starts with Paul Rudd as a prosperous real estate salesman who is happily engaged and has all the answers except one: Who will be...
June 18, 1987 |
Take it from a Californian: A beach bum never gets a day off. And the hours! During summer, you gotta work from dawn to sunset - which could amount to 16 hours a day with no benefits save bronzed skin. Compensation is lousy, too. For free, you can ogle sunbathers in eye-catching gear apparently fashioned from sausage casings and dental floss, but just how much can you make scavenging cola bottles and beer cans? For real compensation, for the genuine day at the beach, there's nothing like the beach movie: No sand fleas, no sunburn . . . no sweat.