By the storytellers of The Huntington
They're fighting, they're fixin' to fight.
One of them is Joe Lewis and the other is Jersey Joe Walcott.
They're down at the beach, Hampton Beach - you can tell because of the sea wall.
The guy on the left seems to be holding something important.
He's holding a fist and there's a seashell.
They both want the seashell - that's how fights generally get started.
Their daddy needs to come and break it up.
They're probably brothers - they're always fighting.
It could be my brother and myself - maybe half brother.
There's two little boys watchin' 'em, there's two guys hangin' up by the fence and a whole bunch of people by the gate.
They're envious - they'd like to have that seashell for themselves.
They're being entertained.
They're cousins - they might go to school together.
They're just having play together.
One is smiling, so I think they're friends.
They've been watching too much tv - Saturday Night Fights.
They were walking the beach then they spotted that seashell and they both wanted it.
It was a conch shell with multiple colors - pink, white, grey.
It must be about noon because they're both on their own shadows.
They were singin' the song "Sand in My Shoes."
But they have no shoes!
It's sunny, hot, beautiful - it can't be too hot though because the other kid has a jacket on.
The other boy stole the other boy's deodorant - they had a pit fall.
It looks like there's a ball there, they're both trying to kick it at the same time.
A ball of seaweed.
We smell seaweed, salted air, armpits.
The street alongside it conveys automobiles.
Their parents brought them, they came from church.
Now they're at the bar in the hotel - it's only 11 o'clock in the morning, jeez.
We hear the crashing of the waves, the bell for the hot dog and ice cream cart.
Laughter of kids havin' a good time.
Somebody's gotta take the first punch!
It will be the one that doesn't have a shirt on, he's ready.
He's leaning backwards for the first punch.
I think they're both hungry, it's just about noon anyway.
He's probably bluffing, he won't carry through.
The big guy in the back stops them - one's his little brother.
It ends on the status quo: "I've got this beautiful shell and I'm takin' it home!"
On the way home, we're gonna have an ice cream cone.
Did they ever go swimming? No, it doesn't look like they're wet, their clothes are dry.
The guy on the left has sleeves on his shirt.