The demands are a recipe for failure unless one prepares well, say those who’ve risen to the challenge

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From the August 2015 issue

restaurant Sample Stories - Delaware Beach Life - Results from #150Would-be restaurateurs regularly approach Josh Grapski to “pick his brain.” That’s not surprising. Grapski is president of La Vida Hospitality, which owns and operates Nage and Big Chill Surf Cantina on Route 1 near Rehoboth Beach, as well as the Taco Reho food truck and Crooked Hammock, a brewpub under construction just outside Lewes.

What is surprising is that many such requests come from people outside the business. Grapski can generally separate them into three categories. Home chefs, encouraged by the “wows” garnered from appreciative friends and family members, want to share their recipes with the masses. Others are attracted by the lifestyle — or their perception of it. “Man, your business looks like so much fun,” they tell Grapski. “I would love to work in a restaurant — it wouldn’t feel like work.” Then there are those who tell him they have a concept that’s going to be “a home run.”

The fun of fireflies in a summer sky never gets old

By Patsy Dill Rankin
From the August 2015 issue

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I saw a light show last night, right in my backyard. It was one of the best I had seen in a long time and it reminded me of when I was a little girl. When I was growing up in Washington, D.C., we would spend the day at the pool, and then we’d come home and have a cookout and eat dinner on the patio. It was then that the show would begin.

As it got dark, the fireflies started coming out of the grass and would rise into the warm summer night air. My sisters and I would run barefoot through the yard and catch them in our hands. When our hands were full, and we couldn’t hold any more, we would run into the house and get the old empty olive, pickle or mayonnaise jars under the kitchen sink that my mom would save. One of us would then get the hammer and ice pick from the tool drawer and we would punch holes in all the lids of the jars. Back out into the yard we would run and we would put some grass and twigs in the jars and continue to dance around in the night air collecting what we called “lightning bugs.” As the jars filled, each began to glow like magic.

Marcos Salaverria inhabits Lewes past with an enthusiasm he hopes is infectious

Interview by Ashley Dawson  |  Photograph by Carolyn Watson
From the July 2015 issue

marcos-lgSpend a little time with Marcos Salaverria, and you’ll see how captivating the past can be, especially if the talkative director of education for the Lewes Historical Society is in costume.

He learned when he was 8 years old and met “George Washington” that a personal interaction with history creates a lasting impression, and that’s his goal when engaging LHS visitors young and old. But Salaverria is particularly focused on creating interactive programs for students.

Since joining the historical society last August, he’s worked steadily on increasing visits to its complex, with a goal of doubling past attendance. And as of early summer he was on track to succeed: At that time, Salaverria had hosted 500 students at special events and expected to draw an additional 500 through fall, exceeding the 600 who attended in 2014. In addition, he’s willing to take Lewes history on the road by visiting schools.