Wow is this thread ever touching a nostalgic nerve! My grandparents used to live on Long Beach Island at Barnegat Light, still one of my favorite lighthouses. Havn’t been there in years. About a week after my grandparents died their quaint little cape cod was replaced with a massive contemporary. We really used to love to go “down the shore” to Grandma’s house when I was a kid. Mothball smell in the attic is something I’ll never forget. The trip down from Philly was always interesting as well; a family of seven stuffed into a 1963 VW bug. I’m rubbing my legs now reminiscing about the cramps I used to get from sitting in the little well behind the back seat with my younger brother. Good luck trying to pull that off today.
LBI is really nice, kind of like a poor man’s Outer Banks.
