My husband and I are both baby boomers. We, separately, spent our summers at the New Jersey shore,in a place called Wildwood.
Tonight we ate dinner in Wildwood Crest, and decided to go to the boardwalk. Over our courtship and marriage, we often spoke about summers there. When we would be on the Garden State Parkway, at night, you could see all the lights of the rides on the boardwalk.
Tonight, we knew it was the season end on the boardwalk. Most of the stores were shuttered. Storefronts and restaurants we remembered were long gone.
In their place?
We saw the waffles and ice cream sign, which was a favorite of my mom’s. The new addition, fried Oreos? Not so much.
We even got caught up in bridge traffic leaving when the toll taker had to raise the bridge. Just like old times.
It’s said you can’t go home again.
It was fun to try.
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