One day in March, two workers came to fix the potholes on Ninth Ave. In about three days, instead of seven or eight mud puddles, we had a large hole spilling over onto Lincoln St. Why the street is used so much is a mystery to me. I think the traffic is just looking for a shortcut to Holladay. Using the backhoe is futile. The real solution, I believe, is to get those guys out of their machinery, give each of them a shovel to fill the holes with new gravel; use a rake to spread and a roller to press it down or consult with Dennis Wiese to find the right M.O. and not continue to rearrange the chuck holes for a temporary two or three days. It should be man over machine, which is probably cheaper anyway.

March 8 when the sun turned actually warm after a freezing night, the town was full of dogs and people like summer. The beach was dotted with scores of visitors and the bumper cars were running — truly a beautiful Sunday. It was also the day of the beer show at the convention center.

Concert notes

On March 16, a dual concert was performed at the Seaside Methodist Church. Initially, the Seaside High School choir, directed by Vanessa Unger, sang several numbers in a practice run for a contest on the following day. Their first offering was an African tune with drums, blocks and maracas, it sounded like, in the accompaniment. They were so professional and made such beautiful music, including an Italian number and finally, a lovely sacred song. The 38 singers were really fun to watch — so young and fresh and capable – we’ve always had exceptional music departments in our schools and this was a great example. I do apologize for not identifying everyone. They were all stars.

The Cannon Beach Chorale, John Buehler directing, sang numbers by Haydn, Mozart, Stephen Foster and others, plus a contemporary rollicking tune, which avowed, “There’s A Meeting Here Tonight!” It was a good note to end on and we were all the better for it, and the music was the kind you hum on the way home.

After returning from the concert, we saw at the factory outlet near Rue Guy, what looked like smoke on one of those turrets. It turned out to be streams of water on the roof. What a job to be doing at night!

Good luck, Nancy

I was sorry to hear that Nancy McCarthy was retiring, although that’s a selfish point of view. She certainly deserves it. Nancy has been my boss for several months now. I met her when she first came to the Signal but never got to know her except through her columns. I wish her well in all the pursuits she was unable to enjoy while being a working girl.

Seaside businesses

One day last week, a group of gals went to lunch at Daisy May’s, a new eating spot in the factory outlet, formerly the Winehaus. Daisy May’s is mostly a sandwich shop, though soups and salads are available. I chose the potato soup but it was nothing like my mother’s, tho’ tasty. Ours was depression fare with just potatoes, onions, bacon, milk and a little bit of parsley. Guess I’ll have to make it myself. It’s good to have an eating place for shoppers. I also went to the Antique Mall on Broadway. My friend, Emmy, introduced me to Sherrie who works there. There are lots of interesting things in the old Selnes and Wheatley location, which brings back many memories. Sherrie has a house dog named Charlie Brown. He’s a cute little guy, very friendly and gives everyone who gets close a wet doggie kiss.

Laugh Line:

Late St. Patrick’s Day joke: “If the wind is at your back, pray that it isn’t from the corned beef and cabbage.”