When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be
From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel
You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be
Bridge:
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk
(Repeat 2nd verse) posted by mwhybark at 6:25 PM on August 19, 2005
So does the estate of the queens woman get the $5,000 reward? With interest? posted by longsleeves at 6:36 PM on August 19, 2005
Jeeeeeze. Right before he could Pass Go and Collect $200. posted by spock at 6:45 PM on August 19, 2005
Nice post. Stories like this both fascinate me and drive me nuts: I love the mystery, but there's no payoff--it's never actually solved. I mean, the lady couldn't tell us *why* they killed him? Does she have no sense of narrative? (Can we please add cohesive narratives to our list of human rights?) posted by dame at 8:27 PM on August 19, 2005
Judge Crater, your office is calling...
sorry
Actually last night me and another MeFite were in a corner store buying cigarrettes, and we saw this story on the front page of the New York Post. I was all, "There's the hard hitting up-to-theminute journalism that I love. next week, the Lindbergh baby!"
(disclaimer: I'm actually fascinated by historical stories-of-the-moment like this, so I'm glad it was covered, but the front page?) posted by jonmc at 9:03 AM on August 20, 2005
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And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be
From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel
You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be
Bridge:
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk
(Repeat 2nd verse)
posted by mwhybark at 6:25 PM on August 19, 2005