I WAS BORN IN PHILA.,AS A CHILD MY DAD TREATED MY SIS AND I TO TRIPS TO WILDWOOD.THIS WAS A TIME WHEN FAMILY VACATIONS MEANT JUST THAT.WE DIDNOT SPLIT UP.WE DID THINGS TOGETHER.MY MOM PACKED SANDWICHES,AND ON THE BEACH THEY LIVED UP TO THEIR NAME

I ALWAYS HAD A PROBLEM WITH MY BATHING SUIT,SAND WOULD COLLECT IN THE SEAT OF MY ONE PIECE AND MY DAD WOULD GET ALL RED FACED ,"GET YOUR SISTER TO HELP YOU GET THE SAND OUT",AND SHE WOULD TAKE A PAIL,FILL IT UP AND YANK MY SUIT,EXPOSING MY BURNT HINEY,AND WASH THE SAND OFF.

POOR POP.ANYHOOO.......NOW DAYS IT IS MORE OF A TEEN HANG OUT. BUT I HAVE SUCH FOND MEMORIES. I LOVED THE CHILLY NIGHTS ON THE BOARDWALK,AGAINST THE STING OF SUNBURN ON MY CHEEKS,BOTH ON MY ACE AND ELSE WHERE

I HOPE TO PUT UP SOME PICS

LOVE JUNEBUG