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You know you're from Humarock if...

You still look for your first glimpse of the ocean coming down Coast Guard
hill into Humarock.
You revert to being 15 years old when you cross over the bridge to
Humarock.
You hope some kids will be diving off the bridge.
You check the tides.
You always expect to see beach friends from summers years ago.
You think Humarock Beach is the best, despite the rocks.
On July 3d evening you would be nowhere else in the world.
You think the water is warm when it reaches 60 degrees.
You look for the Pilgrim Monument in P Town on clear days.
The only thing you know about Humarock history is the storms.
You still call the general store Clarks.
You can't give clear directions on how to get to Humarock.
And you hope most people cannot find Humarock.
You wonder how Humarock got its name.
Your favorite piece of clothing is your Humarock sweat shirt.
You love the smell of salt air and the sound of sea gulls.
You listen for the sound of breaking waves at night.
Driving back over the bridge out of Humarock, you can't wait to come back!
You know it's a two way stop by Humming Rock Gifts - not a four way stop.
You've replaced everything metal on your house with vinyl, plastic or
fiberglass.
You know the tide times so you can get a great spot at the Spit.
You know instinctively where that red buoy is when it is sunk under the
rushing tides before you reach the mouth.
You know that the South River Marina was really a GAS STATION.
You plan the Sat. of Labor Day Weekend around the Horribles Parade.
You KNOW what the Horribles Parade is.
When you hear the Hokey Pokey you remember dancing on pavement.
When you want a beach toy filled you think of getting yelled at by Ed
Covell
for using the tire pump.
When someone talks of the A&P you remember the grocery across from Clarks.
The Lodge was the only place to get dinner without crossing the bridge.
As you cross the bridge and you look up on the porch for Marge "Clark" or
Ed
"Covell" in the rolling chair in front of the garage.
You know that the best beach plumbs are behind the Fire Station.
You know where the seawall ends! (Both Ends)
When you hear "the cliff" you think of tunnels and towers.
The dances and old movies at the fire station parking lot in the 40's.
You took red cross swimming lessons in the river by the SHCA and worried
you would step on horseshoe crabs.
You fished off the Julian st bridge with a drop line after dark and caught
eels.

And do you remember when....

You drank beea and ate lobsta.

You needed the sound of the surf to put you to sleep.

The only thing that got your a.m. going was your stop at Dockside Donuts.

When you heard a truck backfire, you thought it was time to take out the trash and
it must be Saturday.

the "Hatches" was a cheap place to stay.

Ferris's was the name of the old grocery story across from Clark's.

There was a great pizza shop just up from the Bridgeway.

There were black-out shades on windows of waterfront property during World War II.

Victory in Japan was celebrated with pots and pans on the beach.

You water skied in back of an old Navy landing barge in the late 40's.

You dug clams at low tide

You swam in the huge waves after the storms

You fished off the Julian St. bridge with a drop line after dark and caught eels

You worried that you would step on a horsehoe crab when taking swimming lessons in the river

After a "Nor Easter" you walked the beach looking for Sea Clams

The Dunes was a short cut to Leo's Bakery for Sunday Donuts

The Great Flat was the best place to get your clams