One cool, cloudy summer day more than a dozen years ago, my wife-to-be and I were looking for something to do that wouldn't make us feel we had wasted our time coming to the Shore.
"Didn't we pass a sign for a zoo on the way in?" she said, somewhat halfheartedly.
"Yeah, well, OK, let's give it a try," said I, with maybe only a quarter-aorta in it.
So we popped over to the Cape May Zoo, then a small warren of mostly farm animals in the county park in Cape May Court House. Still, as we entered, the sun peeked out. The roosters started to howl wildly and the goats bleated a cheery tune for us. Our smiles really widened when we saw a big goofy face come out of one of the more vertical barns in South Jersey. It was Jerome the Giraffe, the wildest of the wildlife at the Jersey Shore (with perhaps the exception of those who gather at the Jack's in Avalon on summer Saturdays).