"Watch the tramcar please...W-W-Watch the tramcar please..."
When I was younger, someone in the family would usually get a house for the summer in Lavalette, Ortley, etc. Sometimes it was just a couple of weeks in a hotel, but usually a house. Definitely some of my best memories as well.
Later, we started going to Wildwood, for shorter trips, though.
Prom weekend...we all drove down after Prom. This was a good 3.5 hour drive from the Union Township/Newark area. Three hours into that drive, my date told me she was seeing someone else. A half hour after arriving, she asked me to take her home (like it was around the corner.) Of course, I did. And I drove right back down. 10 hours of driving. Then there was this bottle of Southern Comfort, as I sat in the middle of a room telling this story. Then I woke up in the back seat of my own car LOL. (No I didn't drive, I just went to sleep there, too crowded in the rooms.)
Anyway, good for Sandy, because I was in the closet, anyway. LOL.
Eventually, age 20, I bought a condo in Woodbridge and would take little trips to Sandy Hook before going to work at 2 in the afternoon. I never got enough beach days. And then my friends and I started going to LBI every year.
Down here, we pretty much only go to the beach when company comes, and I can ride my bicycle there from my house LOL.
