Have a dear friend who grew up going to his Grandfather's pink stucco home in Ocean City NJ with beautiful hydrangeas all around, green grass for a lawn, it was idyllic. With little kids and all of the stuff they needed, it was just a little too far to walk to the access, so one of us loaded up the car, hauled the gang over, then drove back and walked. We all needed beach tags and passes to sit on the beach, but only about half of us had them. When the tag kids got too close, it was time to go swimming! We were always pretty successful at avoiding the tag counters. The beach was crowded, but not too much so. That is what going to the beach is for my friend...Mack and Manko's pizza, donuts for breakfast, and the dear friends built up over three generations of going to that beach. Eventually, his mom sold the house. It's gone now, replaced by one three times the size with a pool in the back yard. Awful experience? No. We had fun visiting friends and watching the "Nights in Venice" boat parade from the dock of a friend with a house on the Bay side. We don't have anything like that in French Fry Alley. But I do have sand and sea oats in my yard and I can see the ocean from the top deck. The walk to the water is 50 yards. Sand is sand, and the ocean is salty everywhere.
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