Recently the mermaid was going through some documents and came across four documents that were not immediately clear as to what they were. They all seemed to be deeds for plots in Calvary cemetery. The mermaid descendants, on her mother’s side, from a long line of Hendersons. An Ancestry.com search years ago confirmed that the Hendersons were a mix of Irish, Scottish and British ancestry, but we could not go back any further than early 1900s when the family ran a funeral parlor on the West

 Real Rockaway residents will remember the long-time Wave columnist Dorothy Dunne. Dorothy’s column centered around events in Rockaway and Breezy Point, mostly parties of friends and family that she would drop in at and then report on. I think it was special for those folks to see their names in print. You knew you had arrived if you made a Dorothy column. I didn’t know her or her friends, but it was always a guilty pleasure to read her column and feel like you were a guest at the party.

Well

 I feel like I’m living in an episode of Seinfeld with Jerry’s parents in Del Boca Vista Phase II development in Florida. Phase II in Rockaway, what does it mean? Well, let me tell you about my day last week after the opening of Phase II.

I did things that I haven’t been able to do in a while; and yes, I did them with a mask on, but I did them nonetheless, and that made me feel a little bit normal, whatever that is these days. I was thrilled to get an oil change at Waterview on Beach Channel

 Alrighty, alrighty, don’t get your knickers in a knot! Ever hear that saying? No one uses the term “knickers” anymore, but in the “olden” days, it referred to your shorts, underwear that is. And the saying meant don’t get all excited and uptight…you know, like bunched up underwear, very uncomfortable.

My grand old father-in-law, Big Bill Stogey, used to say, “ok kids, go play in traffic.” Now before you get all politically correct on me, he was usually talking to the adults when he said that

 The spectacular picture taken by Robbie Ostrander gracing the front cover of The Rockaway Times last week only confirms what every Rockaway resident can testify to: that the water in and around Rockaway is out of this world. The drone photo seems to show a huge sand bar just outside of the main tide, creating this patch of crystal blue aquamarine tropically- warmed ocean for us all to enjoy. And if you have had the pleasure of staring at this in real time, it’s just magical. Not to mention

 There has been so much happening over the last months that it’s hard to piece it all together. The world’s health was at a precipice; the country’s moral compass was not heading true north. Those things will hopefully be worked out, they have to if we are all to live together with each other. My thoughts run to the more mundane today, and perhaps this thought has occurred to you, too, during the quarantine. Allow me to set the stage.

One of the mysteries of the pandemic has been the