Today I got mad enough to sit down and write about it. I've been leaving my footprints on the southeast corner of the Oak Street Beach for decades. My beloved piece of the beach was a refuge where I could read, do crossword puzzles or just veg out. In April and May it was pretty much me and the seagulls. After that is was me and my beach friends or my kids. In September and October it was back to blessed solitude. It has gradually been getting more populated, probably a result of a combination of the economy, the lack of crazed volleyball players and, sadly, the violence at North Avenue. More and more young families are now Oak Street beachers. We welcomed them and their $1000. strollers and their crazy excess of beach toys.
It was okay when Bruce the "massage guy" set up shop at the head of the boardwalk. He's a good guy and his clients quietly enjoy their therapy under his awning. It really wasn't okay when Anthony put up the restaurant, but we learned to live with it because it was classy and actually had good food. We made fun of his prices, but we liked him and his staff. Also, he was so kind to the elderly Gold Coast grandmas who loved his Sunday buffet. The city did not renew Anthony's lease and instead gave it to a well connected restaurant group who has turned it into a gaudy, cheesy overpriced concession stand. Then came the vendor with the outrageously priced rentals of lounge chairs and beach umbrellas. Taking up good beach space and practicing sporadic hours - that's good business?
Today was the last straw. I got there before my friend, Marcia. I settled in, opened my crossword puzzle, oiled myself up and sank into my chair. I got about 30 minutes of solitude. Then they came..... the tourists including the foreign ones with no clue about protocol or courtesy, the locals with their abundance of pricey toys, and about a million 20 somethings who belong many beaches north of here. They set up too many volleyball courts, tossed around too many footballs in high traffic areas and displayed way too much skin (and flab).
The so called restaurant started some amplified "music" that interfered with my brain - was trying to complete a crossword puzzle and read a book. Then I finally got it. 36 years of sacred space down the drain. It happened gradually, but today it hit me smack in the face. Oak Street is turning into North Avenue - or even worse - Coney Island
HELP.
Here’s your new Puzzler for July!
11 years ago
Good to hear from you again Mom! This is a good piece....our beach, as well, is changing.
ReplyDeleteLynn it's wonderful to see you back to blogging. Can commiserate. For a long time I've felt Chicago was a good "size" in the 60s thru the 70s - my favorite piece of lakefront property disappeared in the early 80s which was when I stopped going to all the wonderful places in Chicago as they were clogged with tourists (local and other. It's atrocious that the City in its greed has "sold" the lakefront to vendors; without them folks might go elsewhere or stay at home with all their "stuff". Perhaps this crazy weather will last long enough into fall and peace and quiet will reign again on your plot of beach.
ReplyDeleteI can relate as I have had my little spaces invaded here in Texas where I live recently as well. What first was a quiet park where my boys could play while I read a book has turned into a teenage "hang-out" spot. The abundance of profanity, loud music, graffiti, and rowdy youth has turned us another direction more than once. Why can't cities claim some "quiet space"?
ReplyDeleteSome people call that progress, but I call it destruction. Here in the island of Penang, Malaysia where I have retired, luxury condos are being erected one after the other. The hillsides of tropical rainforests are quickly disappearing and being replaced by very expensive condos that are empty 90% of the time, Being owned by the new millionaires of China. Soon this island will be an island of concrete. Enjoy what little beach you have left.
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