By Matt Maizel- A new addition to Rockaway Beach’s nightlife, Littoral Bar offers an experience unlike any other! Situated in Manhattan Beach (about a mile north of Rockaway Beach along U.S. Route…
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The Littoral Life: Flight of the Yo-Yo’s
By Dan Haag Life’s cruelest truth is that every vacation must eventually end. It happens to all of us, that dreaded return to reality. I see it at the end of every…
The Littoral Life: Sleep Assassin
By Dan Haag Marriage is a wonderful thing, the uniting of two souls under the banner of love and partnership. For me, it is a joy to behold an older couple smiling…
The Littoral Life: Mapping the way
By Dan Haag Who doesn’t love vacation? I love time away from work, chores and the other regular, often mind-numbing monotony of everyday life. For me, vacations are a must, as essential…
The Littoral Life: Men at arms length
By Dan Haag As a boy, I was captivated by stories of the knight in shining armor who rescued a damsel in distress, capturing her heart with his courageous acts in the…
The Littoral Life: This final gift
By Dan Haag The phone call from Dr. Matt Didlake at Nehalem Animal Healing came at 5:07 pm. “I’m on my way over,” he said simply. Which meant we had maybe 10…
The Littoral Life: A Lullaby For Lilo
By Dan Haag Lilo, my exuberant canine companion, was developing a limp. Though it was becoming increasingly pronounced, I wasn’t initially all that worried. She is, after all, a giant Black Labrador…
The Littoral Life: Ear Worms
By Dan Haag In the wee hours of the morning, people are often visited by visions of faceless, nameless demons who prey on their anxieties, denying them sleep. In my case, the…
The Littoral Life: Blessed be the caregivers
By Dan Haag There’s a scene in the classic Monty Python film, “Life Of Brian,” where John Cleese’s character is trying to fire up resistance fighters against the Romans. “What have the…
The Littoral Life: Progress report
By Dan Haag The other day, my calendar told me it was my birthday. I’d inched another year precariously closer to 50. I thought I’d be grumpy and spend the day imploring…