traumatized by beach parking

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Your positive reaction of our arrival in Florida was nice to read Ellen, grazie, I’ll dedicate a little more text to the Horizon’s West parking pass included in our lodging.  In 2012 Hana and I were at the Pointe using mom’s car, and unexpectedly our off-season vacationer schedule hit a series of circumstances that filled the island with people.  Some of the circumstances included: weekend, weather, and some mystery force that attracted day trippers and made the island crowded – really crowded.  In our search for parking we considered driving off the island and taking the bus back to the island when we found a city lot near the village, and we sat and waited for a spot.  The lot was not 100% occupied with beach goers, so there was some rotation and in less than a half hour we had a spot with a walk to the beach.  Eager to get to the beach after all our vacation planning we were one parking space short of the sand.  An event like this is a non-event for most people with cars but for me it got logged into my long-term memory of something to avoid or at least assist someone else to avoid.  It would be nice for this pass that sits on the counter of Drew’s D9 to be on the mirror of a car that transports people I am linked to, so I’ll leave that with you.  Your reply about August 2015 was nice to read.  I understand the renovation is complete and ownership is settled, but management of the property is in transition and putting your kid bro and his wife for two weeks a year from now does not reconcile with a property in transition.  Just knowing you know of my thoughts of the Pointe allows me to rest.  This beach holds a special place in our family, and especially with mom, so enjoying a lay-around ass-on-chair book-in-hand vacation that also pleases mom is very nice for me.  Best from Hana and me on Crescent Beach, Siesta Key, Sarasota, Florida – ciao Tom »» about me  201-490-9659  Mom angry  contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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