The Disappearance of T's Cove

Once we crossed the Potomac River Bridge into southern Maryland, we were near the area I had last lived in Maryland, so we took the turn to get to the 7th district.

The area is the 7th voting district and the only area I am aware of that goes by its voting district number. But, lol, it's a whole lot easier to say 7th district than to remember exactly where you might be as the names change about as fast as your car moves. Once you turn off at Clements Corner you drive about 4 miles to the water and in that span you go through Clements, Dynard, Bushwood, Avenue, Palmer, Colton's Point, and several others I can no longer recall the names. Each with populations of like 12. lol...

You know the saying "you can't go back"? Well, it certainly became quite apparent you can leave. We went down to the water where there had been a restaurant on the water that a boyfriend of mine had. In fact, he and I moved out of Maryland together to live on top of The Monument outside Grand Junction Co. lol... anyway, that's another story from another life. My sister's house was the last house on the street with his restaurant, called T's Cove, having the end of it to the water's edge. Though this is NOT a picture of T's Cove, it is rather similar. It had been a going concern. A $325,000 seafood restaurant and bar with the popular screened-in dining room overlooking the water.

He, Tom, had left it in the hands of his ex-wife to run in his absence. It looks like she just up and walked away one day. I simply could not believe it. The pier was absolutely trashed. The screens were either torn or completely gone. The roof was sagging in some places and down right busted through in other places. The door was ajar and when we peeked in, the tables were stacked as if they were getting ready to sweep the floors. Unfortunately it was TWO YEARS earlier. There was the shuffleboard table waiting for the ghosts from the past to glide the disc down the table. Glasses now held fuel for the spiders instead of beer but who but the nonexistent shuffle board players were there to drink. Score cards from dart games held long ago desperately clung to their place on the wall, though, yellowed and torn. It was like looking at a ghost town. It left me full of potentially never answered questions.

Does Tom know? What did Trish do? Where's David? And why? How do you just walk away? What happens now? And does it really matter? Nooo... just <sigh>...

Well, I had to get a picture of this. It was then that we realized we had no camera. More accurately, no memory card for it. I had removed it and put it in the printer to empty the camera before we left and that's where it stayed. lol... I wanted so badly to take some pictures because I know my sisters would not believe it. We all had spent many a night dancing, singing and playing. Speaking of my sisters, I guess we best get back on the road.