Saw two Goth kids on the beach smiling, laughing and having a wonderful time. Don’t worry, I won’t tell their Goth friends.

Tenth Avenue beach is the beach we go to. Yes, thee Tenth Avenue of Freeze Out fame. Our porch wind chimes play the song all day long, even when there is no wind. That’s the magic of Springsteen Country. We also had a set that played Glory Days. I lit that on fire and then ran it over with my car. Twice.

Not certain from which island this ancient artifact came. Crete? Rhodes? Staten? I do love the Tracy Jordan pose and the leave-nothing-to-the-imagination diaper.

“The pool effin rules!” Declares a visibly inebriated Louie sitting spread eagle in his pool. “Why drag my sexy ass down to the beach when I got everything I need right here. Can you drink beer on the beach? No. Can you smoke cigarettes on the beach? Not this year. Can you pee on the beach without getting up? No. Well I can do it all right here.”

As summer approaches, the denizens of the small NJ beach town of Belmar can look forward to the sights, sounds and smells of the season — hot dogs grilling on the barbecue, sunscreen #30 sticking to alabaster bodies and of course, loud drunks holding court in kiddie pools. One drunk in particular, Louie Iadochico, a [...]