It's bathing. Not swimming.

One of my fondest memories as a teen ager is an Atlantic City vacation circa 1955 with a day at the Steel Pier.

The morning started with a rented bike ride up and down the Boardwalk and an early lunch at a Smorgasbord type restaurant where there were all types of food we never had at home and I tried all I could.

After that we went to the Steel Pier. First I took a ride into the ocean on a ball shaped contraption where I had hoped to see fish swimming but only saw seaweed and muddy water. A little disappointing but it was still neat to be below the waves and the the day did get better.

We went to see Pat Boone. One of his songs was Long Tall Sally but he was a little tame for my taste because at the time I enjoyed Little Richard's Long Tall Sally more than Boone's cover version.

After the show we saw the classic western High Noon. Gary Cooper playing the brave taciturn sheriff, Grace Kelly being a vision of beauty, LLoyd Bridges hiding from Gary Cooper and the sexy Katy Jurado. She did something for my 15 year old hormones.

After that we went to the end of the pier and saw a show with talented but somewhat crazy daredevil slapstick divers and of course that show always ended with the Famous Diving Horse.

The day ended with at trip to Captain Stern's where I had a flounder. A fish while laying flat on it's belly had both eyes staring up at me fascinated me.

I slept well that night.

William Henry Jackon's (possibly) eye for composition and Shorpy's processing skills produced a remarkably beautiful photo 115 years after the image was taken.