Nice one:In My Mind, I'm Going to New Jersey.

[elleng]

'Where the Bruce is loud, and the Rolling Rocks are cold.

Let’s go down the shore. Grab the Coppertone and the beach towels, I’ll fill the cooler with Rolling Rock and some hoagies and a bag of Herr’s Barbecue Flavored potato chips. Did I forget anything? The Kadima paddles? My black bikini? A novel by Agatha Christie? A cheesesteak wit wiz?

Oh wait, I know what I forgot — that between the pandemic and the sheer distance, the only Jersey Shore I can visit now is the one in my imagination.

Fortunately, coming from Philly, I have a lot of Jersey in my memories.

My friend Kenny’s parents had a house in Ventnor, where I lived the summer I worked at Lenny’s Hot Dogs. Years later, after his father Mickey died, the family put a plaque up on a boardwalk bench, capturing a thing that Mickey once said as he gazed out at the crashing waves.

“You know,” he said, “this beach is a good idea.”'>>>

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/19/opinion/summer-jersey-shore.html?

My daughter + grands live there, not I, but I like the sentiments. (From NY, in MD now.)