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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

William Teets


 

Seaside Heights

I've never been to Greasy Lake, but I did spend two weeks during my twelve-year-old summer at Seaside Heights. I fell in love for the first time. With four or five girls who
didn't understand a light punch to the shoulder meant affection, and there are rules involved, etiquettes to be followed, when someone hits you and says, "You're it." I'm
sure they learned later, most sweet sixteen girls do, that clutching pink bikini tops while running and laughing across the beach sands, chased by boys in blue bathing suits harboring their own learned norms, means they must ride the backseat of the tandem bicycles down on the boardwalk, even if they peddle faster, even if they are stronger.