Down The Shore

I’m not a beach guy. At all. The last thing I ever want to do is sit on a hot sandy beach for hours on end.

Sadly for my vacation plans, my wife loves it and the little guy is following in her footsteps. So, in what is quickly becoming a summer trend that I am not too fond of, we packed up for Wildwood Crest, NJ, last week. I won’t begrudge the beach this one fact: it’s a great, low-key vacation when you’ve got a toddler. There’s nothing like letting a wound-up kid loose on a relatively empty beach, especially when it results in him conking out – hard – in his high chair.

Despite my not loving fun in the sun, the beach does have a certain photographic charm. I just wish we lived on the west coast so that the dramatic skies over the ocean came in the evening rather than 5 a.m.

In other news, I recently contributed to two pieces for Hidden City Philadelphia. One on a sacred place that has seen numerous changes in faiths, and another on Philadelphia’s Mace’s Crossing pub.