
My husband and I hit all the usual hot spots, our only break from tradition was going to Short Sands with some friends rather than Long Sands. After lounging on the beach and doing some end of the season boogie boarding, we ate at the Goldenrod. Nothing like grilled cheese with tomato, potato chips and bread & butter pickles to make you feel like you are 7 again and that nothing could possibly ever go wrong in the world.
Then it was time to get serious, we played a 10 game series of Skee-Ball at Fun-O-Rama. Once again, I got beat badly by my husband, this time by 7 games to 3. I need to figure out some way to get there and practice without him so I am ready next time.

We wrapped up our brief visit at Brown's. When I was young I would always get bubble-gum ice cream there because it felt like a super treat. When else would my mom let me have both ice cream and bubblegum? Never. But Brown's made it OK, and I took full advantage. Today I got the strawberry cheesecake frozen yogurt, which I don't recommend. While I did suffer a mild case of food regret, we still had a good time with friends anyway. On some level the ice cream doesn’t matter anymore, it's the experience that brings us back. Which in a way is what nostalgia is - the experience of being brought back, whether or not you were ever "there" in the first place.