Airplanes pulling fluttering banners are as much a staple of the Mid Atlantic beach experience as sunblock and flip-flops.
I and others who frequent the Atlantic beaches would think something terribly amiss if the drone of propeller driven airplanes was not a constant counterpoint to the crashing of waves.
When the unique humm of those engines reaches the ears of folks lying on the beach, the tanning crowds have no choice but to look skyward. The engine noise is akin to the music of the Pied Piper's flute. Those within hearing distance are compelled to discover that....
Everyone tans better with Coppertone, the Crab Shack has daily specials, and salt water taffy is waiting for them in the shops at 12th and Boardwalk.
Who needs cell phones when you can tie a sign to a plane?
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