Tattooists leave an indelible mark on many a beachgoer. That’s by design. 

By Bill Newcott
Photograph by Carolyn Watson
From the August 2023 issue


My friend Bill Brown knows for sure why he wants a phoenix, the mythical bird that rose from its own ashes, tattooed on his upper left arm. 

“I’ve come through a lot,” he explains, without really explaining too much. 

On his phone, Bill’s even got a photo of a phoenix tat that he found online: a wispy black avian with triumphantly outstretched wings.

Matt Brownlee, a veteran artist at Tough Luck Tattoo near Lewes, takes Bill’s phone in his hands for a better look. 

“Is this exactly what you want?” he asks, his face expressionless.

Demand for live entertainment is high in coastal Delaware. These musicians are answering the call.

By Pam George
Photograph by Scott Nathan
From the July 2023 issue


When Jake Banaszak and B.J. Muntz moved from New Castle County to coastal Delaware in 2004, they planned to stay only for the summer. The musicians were looking for gigs, and they’d spotted an increased demand for bands at the beach. The relocation was well worth it. “We never left,” Banaszak says. 

 Their band, Lower Case Blues, is playing six nights a week this summer — one less than in 2022 because everyone needs a break, Banaszak says. “There’s no shortage of work, that’s for sure.”

Lower Case Blues isn’t the only group with a packed schedule. The Hot Sauce Band, known for its very lively, mostly instrumental music with a Latin flair and unexpected song choices, performs up to 11 times a week, according to percussionist Michael Shockley. His brother, Ed, is equally busy playing with The Funsters and Vinyl Shockley, among several others.

When creating a book from the Rehoboth Beach Museum’s postcard collection, these two designers didn’t just mail it in

By Bill Newcott
Photograph courtesy of the Rehoboth Beach Historical Society
From the July 2023 issue


The young woman in the photograph has clearly gotten a good running start, even on the soft sand of Rehoboth Beach. At this split second she is aloft, her legs spread at a wide angle, displaying a daring flash of knee that peeks into the summer sun from just below the skirt of her black woolen bathing suit and just above the long black stockings that reach up from her somewhat clunky-looking black shoes. 

In a plucky show of feminine assertiveness, she is leapfrogging over a young man, his hair slicked down, his body positioned in a deep crouch. Beyond this frozen tableau, a few dozen bathers pause their vacation reveries to watch the action. Somewhere in that crowd, no doubt, a Civil War veteran, or perhaps his widow, is shaking their head and muttering, “Honestly. Young people today …”