Remembering the Terra del Sol

In early June 1985, it was a watershed moment of my life my Senior Week in Ocean City with my buddies after we had graduated from John Carroll. This was my first real vacation away from my family and the six of us: Mark Mank (who?), John McGee, Karl Schalk, Chip Schilling, Tom Zimmerman, and myself stayed at the fabulous Terra del Sol on 49th Street.

I recently found out that this place was going to be torn down with the rest of the block so I had to return once more to stir-up some of the varied memories that out of respect to my friends I will not go in to detail about, but I will mention that we did learn that week that lasagna does float in the shower, how to repair a broken bed with a roll of tar paper, and I would gladly send Mike DeMonte in through the window to get his beer.

This is where our friendships solidified and gave us all and common basis from which we have built our own mythology. The events we expirenced set all of us on our paths to not only what we are today but what we may become later.

  This balcony was our sky-box to all that Ocean City offered to us. And even here on a cold, cloudy, St. Patrick’s Day in 2005, I can still hear the echoes of 80’s music, shouts of "Moist Maude", and the pontifications of two decades ago. I wonder what happened to the guys from Fallston next door, the three chicks in the room below, and the cheesy vinyl sleeper that we could remove a certain class-mate from one night.

John and I did actually return to this place once on St. Patrick’s night 2001. We were going to Seacrets, when we noticed where we were. We walked down and stood at the door when John is a very bold move turned the handle and opened the door! After 16 years we had stepped foot in to our Senior Week residence. And the even the place was abandoned, and in disrepair we agreed that it really hadn’t changed all that much! And as we left and descended the stair for the last time I strolled over to stand under the bedroom window. I could still hear in my mind the sound of a group of signing "My Girl" and almost expecting to see a half naked Tom Zimmerman thrust himself out once again raising his arms in victory! But that is a Zimmy story for another time!

Rest in Peace, Terra del Sol. You'll always be the lousy s**thole we fondly remember in our hearts!

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