June 26, 2012 |
Beachgoers at the Jersey shore looked to the sky and found an unpleasant sight Saturday afternoon — but it wasn't seagulls circling or dark storm clouds breaking the sun-soaked summer day. It was two swastikas — one inside a Star of David — flown on a plane-led banner above the beach like an ad for a bar's karaoke night or a restaurant's seafood special. "First I was like, ‘Did I just see what I thought I saw fly by?'? " said Kim Silverman, 54, a Philadelphia woman who was enjoying the waves at Harvey Cedars on Long Beach Island around 3 p.m. when she looked up to see the symbol, long associated with the horrors of Nazi Germany, traveling across the blue sky. "I was shocked.
July 26, 2014 |
For Justin Soulen, the worst part of a long weekend at the Shore with friends was the drive home. Not because of the return traffic or the ending of a vacation, but because of what was traveling home with him in the trunk - bags and bags of hot trash. "It was gross - all the stuff from BBQs, parties," Soulen said. "We just said to ourselves, 'This is ridiculous.' " Because Soulen, 25, and friends would leave Ventnor on a Sunday, and trash day was at midweek, their only choice was to bring the trash home or risk being fined for leaving cans on the street too early.
July 27, 2014 |
OCEAN CITY - It'll probably never surpass Cape May and its environs as the Jersey Shore's birding capital. But a small patch of woods on a coastal islet, where a concrete bridge foundation for part of the Route 52 Causeway was rebuilt two years ago at the resort's main gateway, may just be giving veteran birders a new place to flock. The nesting and the squawking - despite the constant roar of traffic off the nearby causeway - can call to mind explorer Henry Hudson's crew. As soon as the Dutch explorers came ashore in 1609, they started giving everything an embryonic-inspired moniker - such as Great Egg Harbor, Great Egg Bay, Little Egg Inlet - because of the inordinate number of seabird nests and eggs laid out across the marshlands and woodlands as far as the eye could see. Pull in, park your car, and stand for a few minutes on the elevated walkway along stretches on the northern side of the little woods, and you'll likely be able to see at least a half-dozen bird species.
July 7, 2014 |
One day back in October 2012, Stokes Carrigan and Diane Carter were sitting in their part-time home - a cattle ranch in Mundubbera, Australia - watching television. They were looking at images of a marauder named Sandy wreaking havoc on the Atlantic coast of the United States. Theirs was more than a passing interest: The focus of the report was on their other hometown, Beach Haven, N.J. Carrigan and Carter had moved to Beach Haven in 2009, after years of summering there. They divide their time between Long Beach Island and Carter's native Australia.
January 26, 1995 |
It all comes down to sand - those tiny particles of rock that form the beaches that draw thousands of tourists and billions of dollars in revenue to the Jersey Shore. And the question before the state Beach Erosion Commission yesterday was how to get more of it onto New Jersey's dwindling coast and how to keep it there. In its presentation at the lengthy public hearing, a representative of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers said that studies of various sections of the state's Atlantic coast and Delaware Bay shoreline are either under way or will begin by the end of 1996.
July 7, 1991 |
It's summertime. When Fridays mean a short workday, car trunks packed with beach gear and pockets jingling with toll money for the drive to the Jersey Shore. Beach regulars have their pick of Shore communities, from Bay Head to Cape May. But most return to the same towns each trip. In fact, in a small, informal survey of about two dozen residents of Camden and Gloucester Counties, only about five of 20 Shore towns appeared to be favored. Recently, these residents of Gloucester and Camden Counties, all active in their communities, were asked where they and their friends, families and neighbors escape for the weekend.
July 29, 2010 |
The boys and girls of Jersey Shore arrive in Miami Beach Thursday with more baggage than a sold-out jumbo jet. We're talking heavy emotional baggage here, folks, not just the suitcases and duffel bags that the young sophisticates used to lug their shorts and thongs down to Florida for their latest hot-tub hiatus. We're talking about Sammi "Sweetheart" Giancola and her ex, muscle-bound Ronnie "Fist Pump Brah" Magro, both of them still raw from their breakup, becoming housemates again.
June 24, 2010 |
OCEAN CITY, N.J. - The six-member Troy family travels from Wrightstown, Bucks County, to the Jersey Shore every year at this time, and never has it been too hot to hang out on the beach. But Wednesday morning, with a westerly wind so hot it felt as though a blow dryer was aimed at the coastline, a leisurely stroll on the boardwalk sounded much more appealing to Jeff and Kelly Anne Troy. "Usually the water is too cold for the kids to go in. But this year, I've even been in," said Kelly Anne Troy as she showed her children - who range in age from 16 months to 6 years - the intricacies of the taffy-pulling machines in the blessedly air-conditioned Shriver's Salt Water Taffy & Fudge.
August 29, 2010 |
SEA ISLE CITY, N.J. - Among its regulars (and in the seaside precincts of Sea Isle City you can measure them not simply in numbers, but in generations), word that Busch's seafood house was going to pack it in after 128 years - and be demolished! - did not go down at all well. Leah Marmon, who had been coming, well, "since I was born," was waiting for a table Friday evening. "People were in tears," she offered. "In tears!" The rambling, white-clapboard, faded-canopied Busch's - 450 seats under eight-foot dropped ceilings, hour-long waits between 6:45 and 8:45, fount of a legendary, sweet, she-crab soup ("Tuesday and Sunday only")
August 26, 2012
Beth Kephart is the author of the new book "Small Damages," which was just nominated for the 2013 YALSA Best Young Adult Fiction prize In the same way that I believed in black raspberry ice cream, blue-fingered crab, and the pink sheen of a flipped shell, I believed, as a kid, in the Jersey Shore, specifically Stone Harbor. It possessed me and I possessed it those two weeks of every year when our parents would pack the caroming car with suits, rafts, shovels, pails, rusty-bottomed beach chairs, crab traps, tangled reels, and (where there was still room)