Barb's family has been coming to the Myrtle Beach area for 40 years. When she was a kid she was introduced to the Gay Dolphin beach shop.
We had some time yesterday and drove along the strip. I'm sure it seemed a lot narrower to her than it did in her youth; it was probably a bit tawdry and run down and the glitter has lost its sparkle, but we were there and Barb remembered so off we went down memory lane.
In this area of SC there are a lot of beach shops. They sell all sorts of crap from umbrellas, to shirts to knives and dope pipes, stickers, furniture, floating, sinkies, fishing gear, snacks, but mostly junk for the tourists.
To a young kid it's a smorgasbord of fascinating things. Designed to lure into the store and have the parent inundated by frantic requests from sunburned young offspring.
They have these stores along the commercial roads more often than Seattle has coffee shops.
Renee found a couple of shirts, but the rest of us were resistant.
Long live commercialism! Don't let Bernie restrict the shelves of stuff no one needs!
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