for those of us in our middle years and beyond. Ever had a memory that is so clear to you, but upon examination isn't actually all that factual? I left the beach shortly after high school and spent the next couple of decades distancing myself from it. Old age has mellowed me. Chancing upon this website had me paging through old pictures and one of a waterspout brought back some memories. The way I remember it, it was about 1979 and I was at the ClayDon with Don and his mom when we saw the large waterspout. Being young dumb and insane, we decided to hop in my car and drive south and "look" at the spout. Don Sherry and I jumped in my car and drove to the parking lot(s) of the Orville and Wilbur Wright lodges. Right about the time I put the car in park, the waterspout turned yellow and we realized, its hit the ground. Spinning around, we charged across the beach road and down the street next to the stop-n-shop with the waterspout-cum-tornado in pursuit. My recollection is that it came aground, and demolished the wright brother hotel that was at that point condemned and empty and I think one house along the road next the the stop-n-shop.
I just don't know how much of this is my false memory and what is true. I know there was a kick a$$ waterspout (I have the picture), and I know I got an a$$ kicking from my mother when I got home for my stupidity (who could forget that), but what I can't really ascertain is whether it truly came ashore and/or demolished the hotel leaving only the a-frame wright brother hotel. Can anyone help my poor brain?