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but thy eternal summer shall not fade
This end-of-summer noble conversation with a Shakespearean twist takes place during a car drive to the New Jersey Shore. The two friends speak of relationships, dating and the unfortunate reality of their circumstances
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me, myself and Irene
A firsthand on the ground account of Hurricane Irene during and prior to her arrival at the New Jersey Shore. Check out pictures of flooding, boarded up stores and houses and signs made by those who decided to ride out the storm
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as the hurricane approaches..
An eerie stillness sits over the island of Wildwood, which is essentially an abandoned ghost town. We wish we had a hurricane proof armored vehicle that could float… where can we get one of those? No cars coming on or off the Rio Grande Bridge and we haven’t seen any humans from our vantage point. For the first time ever I can actually hear the ocean from my porch which is on the bay-side of the island, 8 blocks from the massive beach which is about a couple blocks long. There’s a jittery squirm in the pit of my stomach, but I love it. Seagulls are flying every which way, all disoreineted. It’s just me and…
