White Bus Black Dog

I’m Luke Streckfuss. Whew. Now that That’s outta the way, let’s begin. On the Fifth of July, I decided to take the same crew from the day before to the beach. Not only is the beach so great here in Oregon, but I figured since I had made them look death in the face one day prior in that cursed fish ladder, they deserved some nice relaxing, well, beach. So away we went in the big white bus off to Neskowen Beach — my favorite of all beaches I’ve been to. The weather was much cooler then it was on the fourth. I was glad because that is what the weather is usually like on the Oregon coast and i would have thought it misleading were it nice and sunny. We flew my kite, played soccer (futbol) in the sand, and explored Proposal Rock which is this great big mystical/mysterious island right on the ocean. I read aloud one chapter of a scandalous book of bethany’s. She always Did read such naughty books. After the beach, it’s sort of a tradition of mine (and Hannah Dorr’s as well. She was there, too, remember?) to go to a place called Galucci’s Pizzeria. It’s basically just your regular old pizza parlor complete with long waits and a game room. But the thing that has always drawn me to it is not only the pizza but also the photobooth. Now, they used to house this great Polaroid Photobooth and it was the only one I’d ever seen. It’s gone now as Polaroid has gone under but the new booth isn’t so bad. Your basic black and white four strip. We got two. After that? Well we drove home. It was great beaching it up on the fifth because it was basically empty. On our way there, heading the other direction were miles and miles of cars traveling at a speed of zero to one miles per hour (zero to one kilometres per hour for you canadians). Yes. I do know when and when not to go to the beach. Thank you thank you thank you (as i motion continuous bows). Anyway, that was the fifth. More or less. After that? Well there’s nothing. We went to sleep. What do you think? Oh you mean the sixth? Well this post isn’t about That…but I guess I could write about that day, too. And perhaps the seventh and then hey even the eighth.

Yeah totally.

NOT.

suckers!

man, i make myself laugh.