The sweetest season imaginable is beginning right now at the seashore, especially here along the Jersey shore, or down'ashore as it's more commonly known to Philly types. It's magical!
This is the time of year when the weekly visitors, weekenders and day trippers (known as shoobies) go home, the wether delights, the ocean water is warm and the locals have the shore all to themselves. It lasts three or four weeks (sometimes longer) and is tagged "locals' summer". This is their time to enjoy it all -- to have their own uncrowded, unhurried version of summer. But you can do some snooping if you're discreet and well-behaved.
We checked things out the other day at Margate, not far from Atlantic City. What we found was absolute bliss -- plenty of room on the beach; enchantingly blue skies; a cooling breeze off the ocean and miles and miles of crystalline visibility.
And then there was the fella (shown above) who flew over us in his whirligig and waved.
The only thing missing was Mr. Margate himself. But that's a whole 'nother story . . . .
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