Place: Jersey Shore, Seaside Heights, New Jersey, United States

Postcards about Jersey Shore

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  29 April 2008
  From:
  Caitlin Stewart

  The Jersey Shore is where I grew up. The Jersey Shore is where I spent most of my days. The Jersey Shore is where I live. The Jersey Shore is where I'll always be.

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  5 April 2008
  From:
  Michael Ast

  It was one of those lonely days, half way through another work week away from my wife and baby daughter. I sidetracked to the shore for some solace before traveling north to New York, where another hotel awaited me. The beach at Seaside Heights was practically desolate. A few people roamed the boardwalk of closed shops, roped off piers in anticipation of the whats to come. In just a few weeks it would be Memorial Day, the beginning for the season of the shore. Like others, I often think of the Jersey Shore as a crowded, cheesey, weekend summer getaway, a place where you have to pay to lay on the sand. On this day it was quite the contrary, the Jersey Shore was, dare I say, a sanctuary. I felt a kinship with the lone surfer staring out into the Atlantic with languid posture, a bit hopeless trying to find just one wave of excitement. Ahhh, the Jersey Shore and the swishing hiss of the Atlantic on that wednesday before dusk . . . I was recharged, drumming on my dashboard to the radio later, heading north.