Another shot of Miss Monroe and that green towel that should have been a wash cloth.

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I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this is exactly what Brian Wilson was picturing when he and Mike Love put down the lyrics to Surfin’ USA to that Chuck Berry tune. 

“A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin’ U. S. A.”

As a kid it seemed like that 5 hour or so drive to Myrtle Beach took about 3 days.  I’m sure I “are we there yet” a few hundred times, but when we reached that draw bridge on 501 in Conway SC going over the Intercostal Waterway, I knew we were close. That is when the windows came down and you started to feel the breeze and smell the salt in the air.

The not so “Golden Villa”, Myrtle Beach, SC.  This is the dump that we stayed at during Senior Week. It was torn down some years ago. I still have a couple of scars on my ankles where walking by the edge of the bed you’d get nicked by the bed frame. 

Jumping from the 3rd story balcony into the pool was fun, but the rail was a bit scary. 

Needless to say we lost our security deposit.