What Should Ocean City Parents Expect From Their School Board?
community, and his family’s experience navigating the school system. What does transparency really mean when parents need answers?
community, and his family’s experience navigating the school system. What does transparency really mean when parents need answers?
From 55th Street to Second Street and back again, I spent forty years living in Ocean City, New Jersey. These are the homes, people, and memories that shaped my life on the island, from 1984 until October 2024.
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As a kid, I wanted to become a magician and perform on a real stage at least once. After summers working in an Ocean City Boardwalk magic shop, kids’ shows, restaurant magic, and some very different tricks in bars, I finally got that stage at First Night.
I spent forty years living in Ocean City, New Jersey, and only evacuated for two storms: Gloria and Sandy. Most of the others I experienced firsthand, walking empty streets in wind, rain and snow, surfing hurricane swells and eventually making my way to the beach to watch the Atlantic.
I set up the portable bar at Flanders banquets, where guests brought the alcohol and hired a bartender. That experience helps explain the difference between private events and alcohol sales in Ocean City.
One quiet September afternoon, my teenage cat Mags followed me down 55th Street to the beach, waited while I surfed, and joined me for a dollar hot dog on the walk home. At the time, it was simply another day. Looking back, it represents how uncomplicated life once felt.
I moved to Ocean City when I was twelve and left forty years later. Somewhere between 1984 and 2024 were house parties, friends, family, the Boardwalk, the Chatterbox, disappearing old houses and an island that slowly became a different kind of hometown.
It was almost Thanksgiving, and Brian was playing right guard for the Ocean City Hawks pee-wee football team. He was in sixth grade, about 12 years old, when we noticed he had developed a limp and was complaining about pain. At first, my wife and I figured it was probably football. Kids get banged up,…
I was about fourteen and still in eighth grade in Ocean City, NJ, the first time I took acid. What started with a small gold-star tab became a summer of LSD, strange nights, and experiences I still remember decades later.
I remember when pieces of the Sindia shipwreck were still visible from the Ocean City beach. More than a century after the ship ran aground, its remains are now buried beneath the sand—but the stories, legends and memories surrounding it remain.