In the late 50's before thick hedges and chain link fences separated neighbor from neighbor along Sycamore Street we would gather for cook outs, car fixing, checking out new babies, boy friends, or simply random chatting. This day was more special than most. During a midsummer heat wave, the Beckhart, Zernouski, and Saulsbery families were having a joint cookout. Cool drinks and foods were on the table, the kids were in and out of a shallow plastic pool. Often the adult conversation was about the delights of the Jersey Shore. Especially taking a dip in the cool, crowded but distant ocean. The thread of conversation repeatedly went like this -- it would be blissful swimming at the shore. However it would take an hour or two in heavy bumper to bumper traffic to get there. Then find a place to park the car, find a place to park your body on the sand, jump in the water, stand in line for an expensive ice cream already dripping in the heat. Another dreary hour or two sweating in bumper to bumper traffic driving home. Final shower to cool off again.