Having covered more Labor Days at the Shore than I care to count, I have written the following story at least three times: it's the end of the summer beach season. People are eating lots of foods they can't get at home, because they're packing their cars and heading back to Mount Laurel and Manayunk and Fort Washington. Fudge shops, etc. are very crowded. Merchants proclaiming it was a (insert adjective here) beach season.
So: I'm not sorry I'm combing the Jersey beaches, looking for a story.
However: I am still bummed that I'm stuck at home, working, instead of downashore for one last beach day. (Notice I didn't say one last slice of Mack's pizza, because I make at least one mid-winter pilgrimage to Ocean City for my fix.)
So say goodbye to the ocean for me, anyone who's reading this who still has the luxury of dipping their feet in the ridiculously warm September ocean. Catch you next year.
Here's Jackie Urgo's story on a perfect final Shore weekend.
Comments (3)
Jackie I must agree, it was the best end of summer weather I can remember in years. Love your stories.
Debbie from Philly/Cape May
Posted by Debra A. Rivell | September 6, 2007 9:44 AM
Posted on September 6, 2007 09:44
Jackie I must agree, it was the best end of summer weather I can remember in years. Love your stories.
Debbie from Philly/Cape May
Posted by Debra A. Rivell | September 6, 2007 9:44 AM
Posted on September 6, 2007 09:44
Jackie I must agree, it was the best end of summer weather I can remember in years. Love your stories.
Debbie from Philly/Cape May
Posted by Debra A. Rivell | September 6, 2007 9:44 AM
Posted on September 6, 2007 09:44