THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1996, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Sunday, March 10, 1996 TAG: 9603090242
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
LENGTH: Medium: 92 lines
Sunday, March 3
2 p.m. - 73rd Street.
A teenager, his mom and a neighbor are chatting in a driveway.
``If you ask me, (name deleted) is a poser,'' the teen says, ``but don't tell anyone I said that.''
What's a poser? asks the neighbor.
``A poser is someone who dresses like a surfer and doesn't surf,'' he responds, ``or someone who dresses like a skateboarder and doesn't skateboard.''
``And who do you dress like?'' his mom asks.
``Like everybody else,'' he answers.
- Mary Reid Barrow
2:30 p.m. - Food Lion on Salem Road.
While watching the cashier scan her groceries, a customer notices a credit-card coding box next to the check-writing shelf. ``Hey, you take Visa,'' the woman exclaims. ``That'll come in handy when you run out of checks.''
The cashier nods and smiles.
``That happened to me one night,'' the woman continues. ``I opened my checkbook and boom! No checks. That was embarrassing - I had to call my husband to bring a new set.''
``Oh, really?'' the cashier says, laughing. ``That WOULD be embarrassing.''
``Yeah, but the worst part was that I called him during Monday Night Football,'' the customer replies. ``I had to wait till halftime to get those checks!''
- Pam Starr
4:30 p.m. - Haygood Road near Diamond Springs Road.
An old black hearse has been fitted with a longhorn hood ornament. The license plate reads, ``To Die 4.''
- Gary Edwards
Monday, March 4
7 a.m. - Feeder road along Atlantic Avenue at North End.
Winter has returned with a vengeance and a stiff cold wind is chilling early morning walkers. But one sound of summer fills the air.
A never-ending parade of huge dump trucks rumbles up and down Atlantic Avenue. The trucks have begun their annual mission to replenish the resort strip beach with sand. Laden down with sand, they roar south and then, their load lightened, they tear back north to the Lynnhaven Inlet to fill up again.
- Mary Reid Barrow
Tuesday, March 5
9 a.m. - The Pembroke office of the Social Security Administration.
A woman stands at the counter waiting for the receptionist to record and make a copy of a certified death certificate.
The receptionist, a friendly woman, grabs a pen and begins to write. She looks and sees that the pen's not working.
``I don't know what's wrong with these pens today,'' says the receptionist to no one in particular.
``Government issue?'' questions the woman in front of her.
Both women chuckle knowingly.
- Lori A. Denney
Wednesday, March 6
11:30 a.m. - An office on Virginia Beach Boulevard.
A woman is walking her fussy, 3-month-old infant past co-workers' desks in a vain attempt to calm the baby. One sympathetic co-worker, a tall brunette, takes pity on the new mom.
``Oh, let me hold her for a few minutes and give you a break,'' she says, reaching out her arms. ``She's so sweet!''
The willing baby-sitter coos and talks softly to the blue-eyed baby as she walks around the office. The new mom marvels at how the infant has settled right down.
``Hey, she likes you!'' the mom says. ``Why don't you come over around 4 o'clock when she really goes at it!''
The brunette tosses her head back and laughs.
``Oh no, I know all about the colic time,'' she answers. ``That's why I don't mind holding her now.''
- Pam Starr ILLUSTRATION: Staff photos by VICKI CRONIS
Going, going, gone with the wind
So far, March, with its blustery days, has been a real windfall for
kite lovers. At Mount Trashmore, kites soaring in the wind have been
a winsome sight. In the top photo, Christina Crawford watches as her
husband's stunt kite soars. At right, James Crawford uses more than
a little body language while trying to control his kite's flight in
gusty winds.
by CNB