I spent many summer nights walking the boardwalk at Seaside Heights. I loved it. I loved the lights. I loved the guy with long, jet black hair with bright green streaks that swished against his leather jacket. My grandfather did not. He gripped my hand tighter and shook his head.
"I just want to eat my way up and down the boardwalk," I would tell my husband.
A trip to Seaside meant a long day - a short hike at the Webb's Mill Bog, a swim in ocean at Island Beach State Park, and then dinner and an evening stroll on the boardwalk. We would check in at Big Hearted John's to say hi to a college friend who was a barker there.
Storytime is over, so my husband and son are on their way down the steps. I hear children's voices chirping, Bye bye. Time to sign off. Here are photos of Seaside Heights: