THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: SUNDAY, June 26, 1994 TAG: 9406240207
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
SOURCE: Long
DATELINE: 940626 LENGTH:
9:45 p.m. - Five 01 City Grill.
{REST} A young couple look over their menus. It's their first trip to this eatery and they cannot seem to decide on dinner.
After receiving their drinks, a glass of water and a bottle of Budweiser, the two are finally ready to give their order to the auburn-haired waitress.
``What would you like?,'' the waitress asks the young man, who is tugging at his neatly trimmed goatee.
As he goes to answer, his female friend interrupts and places her order. ``I'll have the crab cakes,'' she says, flashing a sneaky smile at her date. ``Blue cheese dressing on the salad, please.''
After confirming the orders, the waitress leaves and the young man questions his companion. ``Why didn't you let me order for you?,'' he asks. ``You obviously don't know your etiquette.''
She laughs, takes a sip of her drink and says, ``And you obviously don't know any feminists.''
- Holly Wester
Thursday, June 16
3:30 p.m. - Bayside Area Library.
Back at the end of a long hallway behind the door marked ``Staff Only,'' the library's multi-purpose room is packed with supplies, books and people.
Library staff and a handful of dignitaries have gathered to honor the members of Bayside's active volunteer corps at an ice-cream social.
Outside the temperature is 90 and climbing. Inside it feels a few degrees warmer than that. While young volunteers pile gooey toppings on top of rapidly melting ice cream, Deborah Dunford of the Public Library's administrative staff chats with adult volunteer Bob Traub.
``What's your job?'' a visitor asks Traub.
``The most important one in the library,'' Bayside librarian Carolyn Caywood calls from across the room. ``He's the guy who moves all of this stuff out of here and into the storage shed,'' she explains, waving her arm at the contents of the cramped room.
``In his compact car,'' she adds, as Traub grins.
- Jo-Ann Clegg
Friday, June 17
8 p.m. - JC Penney's at Lynnhaven Mall.
Two people are watching the television sets in the electronics department. The sets are tuned to a station showing live coverage of the O.J. Simpson saga in Los Angeles. Other shoppers walk by but stop after seeing the intent looks on the two viewers' faces.
Within minutes more than 40 people are standing around the sets, quietly watching the drama unfold. If one shopper leaves, another takes the place. They listen as one of Simpson's friends reads a note Simpson wrote. Several shake their heads and wonder out loud what happened to him. Two women have tears in their eyes.
After the note is read, one viewer turns to another.
``That sure sounded like a suicide note to me,'' he says. ``They're going to find him dead somewhere.''
An older woman flippantly tosses her hair and harrumphs.
``They're gonna find him in some foreign country, living it up,'' she predicts.
- Pam Starr
Saturday, June 18
7:30 p.m. - Outdoor cafe at the 3rd Street and the Boardwalk.
As diners dig into their dinner entrees a festive procession passes before them on the Boardwalk.
A half-dozen young men wearing wringing wet tux shirts and trousers and an equal number of young women in champagne colored brides maid dresses - also sopping - slosh by in bare feet.
Wedged between a pair of brides maids is the bride, a bouquet cradled in one arm, padding along shoeless. Her full-length gown drips from a post-ceremony dip in the Atlantic.
Diners wave at the passing party and party members wave back.
``Where's the groom?'' someone from the cafe yells. The question is quickly answered. Trailing the main party is a smiling young man in sopping tux ensemble. He acknowledges the applause and a few cheers with, deep, sweeping bows.
The procession continues northward and cheers and applause erupt from the balconies of an adjacent motel. The young man acknowledges the attention with more bowing and waving.
- Bill Reed
Sunday, June 19
3 p.m. - Boardwalk.
In the final hours of the 39th annual Boardwalk Art Show, antsy beach walkers do whatever it takes to get through the mini-congregations. Some say sweet ``excuse mes,'' while others talk trash.
One young mother, however, smiles as she struts through the crowds, proud of her 4-year-old daughter for her behavior. The stroller bound little girl, whose pudgy pink face is draped in blonde curls, uses her new toy - an orange shark equipped with a built-in ``honk'' - to get around traffic.
- Holly Wester
Sunday, June 19
7 p.m. - Yogurt shop in Fairfield Shopping Center.
At the head of a long line a well-dressed young woman waits for her sundae to be constructed while her companion jabbers away on a cellular phone.
The clerk finishes the order and asks the young man what toppings he'd like on his.
``Wait a minute,'' he says, ``I'll let you know just as soon as I'm done here.''
``How about if you let her take my order while you finish talking?'' the next person in line says with a chill equal to the temperature of the yogurt.
``Huh? OK,'' the talker says to the irate customer, then turns back to his conversation.
``Listen, I gotta go now,'' he tells whomever is on the other end, ``but I'll call you later with a whole lot of big real estate deals for tomorrow morning.''
- Jo-Ann Clegg
Monday, June 20
1:15 p.m. - Ocean Eddie's on the pier at 15th Street.
Two visitors duck into the cool and darkened interior and head for the new deck overlooking the beach. There, a few diners are finishing their lunches in the shade of expansive green umbrellas.
On their way, the visitors approach the bar, where several men and women are gathered, drinking their midday meal. A window-rattling belch shatters the silence.
``Some things about Ocean Eddie's never change,'' one of the visitors observes as he and his companion stroll out onto the deck.
- Bill Reed
7:30 p.m. - Lynnhaven 8 theaters.
All is quiet during a scene in Disney's new movie, ``The Lion King.''
Mostly quiet, anyway.
One child is talking and keeps getting in and out of her seat distracting other viewers.
Finally, her mother asks, loudly enough for everyone in the theater to hear, ``Are you going to be good?''
The answer: a loud ``No!''
A moment's pause and the audience breaks into laughter.
- Told by Ronald Johnson Jr.
Wednesday, June 15
9:45 p.m. - Five 01 City Grill.
A young couple look over their menus. It's their first trip to this eatery and they cannot seem to decide on dinner.
After receiving their drinks, a glass of water and a bottle of Budweiser, the two are finally ready to give their order to the auburn-haired waitress.
``What would you like?,'' the waitress asks the young man, who is tugging at his neatly trimmed goatee.
As he goes to answer, his female friend interrupts and places her order. ``I'll have the crab cakes,'' she says, flashing a sneaky smile at her date. ``Blue cheese dressing on the salad, please.''
After confirming the orders, the waitress leaves and the young man questions his companion. ``Why didn't you let me order for you?,'' he asks. ``You obviously don't know your etiquette.''
She laughs, takes a sip of her drink and says, ``And you obviously don't know any feminists.''
- Holly Wester
Thursday, June 16
3:30 p.m. - Bayside Area Library.
Back at the end of a long hallway behind the door marked ``Staff Only,'' the library's multi-purpose room is packed with supplies, books and people.
Library staff and a handful of dignitaries have gathered to honor the members of Bayside's active volunteer corps at an ice-cream social.
Outside the temperature is 90 and climbing. Inside it feels a few degrees warmer than that. While young volunteers pile gooey toppings on top of rapidly melting ice cream, Deborah Dunford of the Public Library's administrative staff chats with adult volunteer Bob Traub.
``What's your job?'' a visitor asks Traub.
``The most important one in the library,'' Bayside librarian Carolyn Caywood calls from across the room. ``He's the guy who moves all of this stuff out of here and into the storage shed,'' she explains, waving her arm at the contents of the cramped room.
``In his compact car,'' she adds, as Traub grins.
- Jo-Ann Clegg
Friday, June 17
8 p.m. - JC Penney's at Lynnhaven Mall.
Two people are watching the television sets in the electronics department. The sets are tuned to a station showing live coverage of the O.J. Simpson saga in Los Angeles. Other shoppers walk by but stop after seeing the intent looks on the two viewers' faces.
Within minutes more than 40 people are standing around the sets, quietly watching the drama unfold. If one shopper leaves, another takes the place. They listen as one of Simpson's friends reads a note Simpson wrote. Several shake their heads and wonder out loud what happened to him. Two women have tears in their eyes.
After the note is read, one viewer turns to another.
``That sure sounded like a suicide note to me,'' he says. ``They're going to find him dead somewhere.''
An older woman flippantly tosses her hair and harrumphs.
``They're gonna find him in some foreign country, living it up,'' she predicts.
- Pam Starr
Saturday, June 18
7:30 p.m. - Outdoor cafe at 3rd Street and the Boardwalk.
As diners dig into their dinner entrees a festive procession passes before them on the Boardwalk.
A half-dozen young men wearing wringing wet tux shirts and trousers and an equal number of young women in champagne colored bridesmaid dresses - also sopping - slosh by in bare feet.
Wedged between a pair of bridesmaids is the bride, a bouquet cradled in one arm, padding along shoeless. Her full-length gown drips from a post-ceremony dip in the Atlantic.
Diners wave at the passing party and party members wave back.
``Where's the groom?'' someone from the cafe yells. The question is quickly answered. Trailing the main party is a smiling young man in sopping tux ensemble. He acknowledges the applause and a few cheers with, deep, sweeping bows.
The procession continues northward and cheers and applause erupt from the balconies of an adjacent motel. The young man acknowledges the attention with more bowing and waving.
- Bill Reed
Sunday, June 19
3 p.m. - Boardwalk.
In the final hours of the 39th annual Boardwalk Art Show, antsy beach walkers do whatever it takes to get through the mini-congregations. Some say sweet ``excuse mes,'' while others talk trash.
One young mother, however, smiles as she struts through the crowds, proud of her 4-year-old daughter for her behavior. The stroller bound little girl, whose pudgy pink face is draped in blonde curls, uses her new toy - an orange shark equipped with a built-in ``honk'' - to get around traffic.
- Holly Wester
Sunday, June 19
7 p.m. - Yogurt shop in Fairfield Shopping Center.
At the head of a long line a well-dressed young woman waits for her sundae to be constructed while her companion jabbers away on a cellular phone.
The clerk finishes the order and asks the young man what toppings he'd like on his.
``Wait a minute,'' he says, ``I'll let you know just as soon as I'm done here.''
``How about if you let her take my order while you finish talking?'' the next person in line says with a chill equal to the temperature of the yogurt.
``Huh? OK,'' the talker says to the irate customer, then turns back to his conversation.
``Listen, I gotta go now,'' he tells whomever is on the other end, ``but I'll call you later with a whole lot of big real estate deals for tomorrow morning.''
- Jo-Ann Clegg
Monday, June 20
1:15 p.m. - Ocean Eddie's on the pier at 15th Street.
Two visitors duck into the cool and darkened interior and head for the new deck overlooking the beach. There, a few diners are finishing their lunches in the shade of expansive green umbrellas.
On their way, the visitors approach the bar, where several men and women are gathered, drinking their midday meal. A window-rattling belch shatters the silence.
``Some things about Ocean Eddie's never change,'' one of the visitors observes as he and his companion stroll out onto the deck.
- Bill Reed
7:30 p.m. - Lynnhaven 8 theaters.
A ll is quiet during a scene in Disney's new movie, ``The Lion King.''
Mostly quiet, anyway.
One child is talking and keeps getting in and out of her seat distracting other viewers.
Finally, her mother asks, loudly enough for everyone in the theater to hear, ``Are you going to be good?''
The answer: a loud ``No!''
A moment's pause and the audience breaks into laughter.
- Told by Ronald Johnson Jr.
by CNB