I spent all my summers at Sawyer Lake in Gilmington, the 60's were great with dances in the street and bonfires on the beach every friday and saturday nights and that ocassional trip to the weirs to watch the fireworks. Riding in my fathers studabaker stuck in traffic on weirs blvd as the fireworks are going off and I caught the 5.00 coupon for the arcade as it drifted down on a parachute from one of the fireworks. I remember one night at the weirs when a bunch of people arriving at the docks in boats were all dressed up in silver suits that made them look like aliens from space, so funny. barbershop quartet on top of the train depot, so many great memories.
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