When Gulls Cry (Or a trip to Cape May with Momala)
In fairness, no one could have seen the seagull coming. Then my mom let out a screech that could put the Wicked Witch of the West to shame.
New Jersey
Summer Down the Shore
To most mid-Atlantic dwellers “down the shore” implies sandy days at the beach, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean and sunburned noses, and evening strolls along the boardwalk complete with lotsa junk food and the occasional ride.