You never know what you’re gonna get when you go to the Shamrock. We had a short three day stay in Wildwood this week. I had to replace the busted TV stand, rehang the sliding doors in front of our washer/dryer pulled down by a previous tenant, and have the air conditioning company fix my one year old air conditioner that froze up on a previous tenant.The joy of being a landlord never ends.
I have a few random anecdotal chocolates gathered over our short stay. The crowds were thinner (not literally) as college students and even some high school and grade school students were already back in school. There was also less riff raff, as only working people can afford to stay for a week at the shore in August. Shockingly, we ended up at the Shamrock all three nights. When we walked in at 10:30 on Wednesday night Billy Jack was playing Brown Eyed Girl on his stage in the middle of the bar. As soon as he noticed us, he yelled out our names in the middle of his song. It feels like Norm walking into Cheers.
We’ve become friends over the years and once someone told him about my blog articles about Wildwood and the Shamrock, he has become an occasional reader of TBP. He enjoyed my articles detailing the crazy stuff that happens at the Shamrock on a nightly basis. He now broadcasts to the entire bar that they should read my blog. I do not tell people about TBP when I’m out socializing. I work under the assumption that most people do not want to read about corruption, government malfeasance, libertarian-ism, the hopelessness of our political system, or the coming downfall of the American surveillance state empire of debt.
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