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The end of the summer always reminds me of what I used to do.

Summers as a kid meant 3-4 weeks spent at the Beach. My maternal grandparents lived down at the shore. They had a kick ass house on the bay in Mantoloking, NJ. We would visit the edifice of fun for 2 weeks every summer. (The other 1-2 weeks were speant at a rented house my paternal grandparents rented on LBI.) Everyday we had choices - Walk to the beach, swim in the pool out back, swim or go crabbing in the bay, sailing, waterski, fly a kite in an empty sand lot next store, play billiards in the game room, throw darts in the game room or throw darts at each other as we ran down the long carpeted hallways. One of my fondest memories was eating melted american cheese on saltines. Because my grandparents had a microwave and my mom and I didn't. It was a pretty good life down there. But pretty good lives end.

My grandmother got sick, the house was sold because it was too big for the 9 months nobody was visiting. They moved to a townhouse away from the beach, and started spending their winters in Florida. My Grandmother passed away when I was in theh 6th grade. I hated it. She was a wonderful woman, and i am pretty sure I still need her influence on me to keep me in check.

She was also Miss Subway when being Miss Subway meant something. This is her Miss Subway photo.



Please don't Jerk off to it.