THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1994, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Sunday, August 28, 1994 TAG: 9408260277
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
LENGTH: Long : 139 lines
Saturday, Aug. 20
5:16 p.m. - Oceanfront between 17th and 20th streets.
The weather is delightful. Amidst the beach-goers on the resort strip, a young couple enters the scene.
Although they have a huge beach towel decorated with three multicolored leopards, they are not dressed for the beach.
The woman, in her early 20s, is wearing a denim jumper with a short skirt. Her hair's pulled in a pony tail and her make-up is just right.
The young man, also in his early 20s, has on tan shorts, a white shirt and a linen tan and white sweater vest. His gold hoop earring is sparkling in the late afternoon sun.
They do not look prepared to lounge in the sand. In fact, the young man carefully flicks away any specks of sand that touch his skin or clothing.
The woman is more playful; she's smiling from ear to ear, obviously enjoying the sunny spot they've chosen on the beach, between a trio of female senior citizens and a family of five.
The woman soon drags her mate to the water. They ditch their sandals and wade cautiously, not letting any water splash their clothes. She kneels in the sand to build a sand castle, while he stands and watches. He frowns when a wave laps at his cuffed shorts.
Their frolic has captured the attention of a photographer taking pictures of the beach crowd and he asks them to pose in the water. They'd make a lovely picture, he says.
As the photographer snaps away, the rising tide begins to make its presence known. A large wave splashes the couple on their backsides, soaking the bottom of their clothes.
The woman laughs. The man at first pouts about their wet clothing and dinner plans. And the photographer has some great pictures for his portfolio.
- Larry W. Brown
Sunday, Aug. 21
12:50 a.m. - Coyote Cafe.
While a young lady and two young males play a late night game of foosball in the back room, a stranger wearing a sombrero stumbles in.
After interrupting the game with his loud comments and occasional belches, the thirtysomething fellow accidentally kicks over the woman's Budweiser, spilling more than half of it.
``You knocked over my beer,'' she says.
``Yeah, so,'' he responds, with a heavy English accent.
The female and her buddies appear stunned by the guy's bad attitude.
``So you're not going to buy her another beer?'' inquires one of the males.
``No way,'' the stranger mutters while sipping a tall margarita.
The young woman then grabs the fruity drink, dumps it on his feet and smiles.
- Holly Wester
11:30 a.m. - St. Matthew's Roman Catholic Church on Sandra Lane.
Between Masses, sculptor Willy Quilon, his wife Este and their 6-year-old daughter Vangel look on as parishioners stop to admire the newly blessed statue of San Lorenzo Ruiz de Binondo, Manila, which stands near the altar.
The near life-size statue of the 17th century martyr who became the Philippines' first saint is Quilon's creation, a tribute to both his homeland and his church.
``What inspiration you must have had,'' a visitor, moved to tears by the power and beauty of the statue, says.
``My inspiration,'' Quilon replies softly, ``was my wife and my little daughter.''
- Jo-Ann Clegg
3 p.m. - Chesapeake Beach, just east of the bridge-tunnel.
A young boy, about 11, wearing dark blue swim trunks wades into the bay while pulling his pockets inside out. When he gets knee deep, he lies on his side in the water trying to submerge everything except his triangular pocket lining.
``Hey! Dad! Watch! Doesn't this look like a shark?'' he yells before going under.
But it doesn't work, the water isn't deep enough. He wades out some more and tries again. ``Heeeey! Daaaaad! A shark!''
Again, no luck.
After a few more tries and a few more hollers, the boy gives up and starts splashing around, looking very much like just a boy.
- Lorraine Eaton
Monday, Aug. 22
11:46 a.m. - Lynnhaven Parkway.
Inside Toys R Us, somewhere beyond the Barbies, tea sets and pretend strollers, a woman's voice rings out and bounces off the towering shelves of toys.
From her tone, it's clear she will tolerate no argument.
``No! You are not having a pregnant doll.''
- Krys Stefansky
Noon - Chesapeake Bagel Bakery near Pembroke.
A woman excitedly tells the cashier her little boy has just won free bagels. Indeed, the gumball machine by the front door has a sign saying a green gumball is good for six fresh bagels.
``And he got a green one!'' mom exclaims.
``We had to pry his mouth open and get it out, but we got it,'' she says triumphantly.
- Melinda Forbes
Wednesday, Aug. 24
1 p.m. - 16th Street and Pacific Avenue.
The station wagon, an old brown bomber with New York plates, rolls to a stop. Inside are six young women who appear all smiles under beautifully sunny skies.
The driver switches on the left turn signal and waits for the southbound traffic to pass.
Just then a car pulls behind theirs. Inside are two men. All of a sudden the driver leans on his horn. He keeps his hand on it so that the sound fills the intersection.
People stop to look. Construction workers. Pedestrians. Shop keepers. The sound of the horn fills the air. Then the man in the car begins swearing at the women.
``Why don't you learn to drive, boy!'' the white man bellows to the young black girls.
``Nice, *&*&*&*& turn, boy!,'' he sneers.
The girls look horrified. The traffic clears. They complete their turn and drive down 16th Street. The two men drive off. The intersection is quiet again.
- Tom Holden
Thursday, Aug. 25
9 a.m. - Independence Boulevard near the Virginia Beach/Norfolk Expressway.
License plate of the week:
DONOT H8.
- Debbie Messina ILLUSTRATION: Staff photo by CHARLIE MEADS
Catholic High School's football team started practicing several
weeks ago when the city was still in the grip of the summer rainy
season. But things have dried out and these legs - like the play -
will look sharp when the team takes on Christchurch at Catholic on
Sept. 10 at 1:30 p.m.
by CNB