Ah, to be a lifeguard in Rehoboth. What a aspiration work. Paid out to sit in a bathing fit all working day, operate on a tan, be ogled by beachgoers and sometimes whistle at the dopes who imagine climbing on the slick jetties is a high-quality idea. What could be easier?
Except, of system, that’s only fifty percent the image. And this weekend, as the Rehoboth Seashore Patrol celebrated its 100th anniversary, generations of guards who descended on the city had been keen to share tales about the other 50 percent: the riptide rescues, the punishing day by day workouts, the prolonged rainy days on obligation, the dropped children (and lost mom and dad), the jellyfish stings, the airborne beach front umbrellas. Did we point out the jetty climbers?