February 23, 2006 from Southern California
I used to walk to work at the Bridgeway. I was there for 4 years, started making salads in the kitchen, then bussed and eventually waitressed with all the colorful characters of the house. My best friend, Insook, worked with me. We spent our entire days of summer at the beach. I would walk barefoot in my bikini from my house, over the bridge to sit on the wall and pick our spot to hang out in. Every day Insook and I would split a turkey sub from the store, followed by an ice cream. I had to swim in that "warm" water in order to feel complete. After the beach I would go home, change into clothes and go to work with the salt of the ocean in my hair and on my skin. I'll never forget that feeling. My boyfriend was a lobsterman and smelt like fish ALL the time. I loved it. I miss everything about Humarock, although I'm sure it's changed a lot.
Maybe I should just keep my memories.
You know you're from Humarock if...
you fell asleep to the sounds of laughter floating across the river from the Riverhouse and remember the sweet moist ocean breeze falling on your skin while lying in bed...with the crashing of the waves in the distance, and the river lapping at your front door.
if....
you know Johnny Polcari (or knew?)
if....
you witnessed Elwood, the Davis's big black dog, roaming the beach, quite often peeing on towels and beach bags. The Davis's lived, I think 3 or 4 houses to the left of the opening. Mrs. Davis was a single mom with a huge house full of kids, not always her own.
Jennifer von Freyman
