The Coastal Alliance proposes that beach tents be regulated because of the hazard they pose to rescue officials trying to quickly get to people in need.
The thinking is that tents should be banned from May 1 until Labor Day each year. Under the current law on some beaches, tents can be no larger than 12 feet by 12 feet and must be set up on the land side of the lifeguard's umbrella line and at least 10 feet away from other tents. Tents also must be fixed with lines that don't stick out beyond the borders of the tent.
Also no tents can be put up before 8 a.m. and must be taken down by 7 p.m.
I could never go to the beach on a sunny day without shade, nor could any of the little members of our family.
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Do you think tents should be regulated on our area beaches? It does seem to make sense so all public beaches have the same rules then no one can quibble with the powers that be. The rules could be printed on Chamber of Commerce publications and all tourist information pamphlets and signs on the beach.
My Aunt Bertha lived in Biltmore Forest in a big house surrounded by towering fir trees. In the evening when the sun was setting, big spooky shadows from the trees were cast on the walls. We each had separate bedrooms and, of course, being small I was always the first to bed. I usually spent most nights hiding under the covers, waiting to be pounced on by some creature.
I had the most amazing savior every morning. The thud of the morning papers. My aunt got the local Asheville paper and The Washington Post delivered daily. When I heard the thud I knew I was safe. I would jump out of bed each day and happily go down to fetch them and bring them to Auntie's room. She was always thrilled, as was I because I got to hop in her bed and read the funnies and listen to her exclaim about goings on around the world. Sunrise was not far behind and neither was breakfast in bed.
This is what, I think, started my love affair with newspapers. I can't imagine not having one to hold in my hands to read. There is something so peculiar about reading the news on the Internet. I was thrilled to see that The Boston Globe and The Washington Post were both saved from oblivion. Who knows how many untold children will feel the same way. I adored my Aunt Bertha, but those two daily newspapers long ago are also close to my heart.
1/4 cup olive oil
2 large shallots, minced
2 pounds mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup dry vermouth
1/2 cup heavy cream
Salt and pepper to taste
Chopped tarragon, fresh is best
Saute shallots in olive oil, add mushrooms and cook, sprinkle salt and pepper, add wine and simmer, add cream and stir until thickened. Serve on toasted French bread; sprinkle a little chopped tarragon on top.
Babbie Guscio is the social columnist for The Bluffton Packet. She can be reached at The Store on Calhoun Street.