Ah, summer. My first two hour limit parking ticket of the season. This is a stoopid one, as I could have easily just made that illegal right turn off Ventnor Avenue to go the wrong way on the one way street for just that little bit to get to the reserved Inky parking spot in back of the office. Like I usually do. Rats! Don't the Margate police know I am upstairs doing Important Shore Journalism?
But I promise not to ignore this ticket. I've been down that road before. And trust me, once you've been up against the tag team of Wildwood Parking Enforcement followed by the Sitting At the End of the Bridge Longport Speed Trappers you learn your lesson. In Jersey, blow off a parking ticket, your whole life can start to unravel.

Meanwhile, in case you missed it from yesterday, here's a reprise of someone else's legal problems at the Jersey Shore: "Arrive on vacation, leave on probation." Lilliana and Julie, take note. Stuff happens down here you can only dream of.

Also, previously on Downashore:

I get cool looking veggies and incredibly tasty scallops at the new Margate Farmer's Market.

I really really want people to read this thing I wrote about my dad at the beach.

As Wildwood goes, so goes the nation? Oops, that's the lede that didn't get in the paper: A link to this Wildwood story I did that may or may not have retained some of its original intent and humor by the time it got into the paper.

And, because Belmar Benny liked it, a pictorial guide to LBI's no access signs barring schlubs like me from getting to the beach along what should be public walkways.

And finally, a public service announcement: The ocean temperature is 58 degrees.