The days of 12 hour drives and sore spines are a memory now that we have dipped our toes in the Atlantic at long last. It's cold if you're not from Michigan. We stayed at Margeza's (After 192 hours straight nicknames are unavoidable) parents house for one night before taking off for "The Shore".
Here on the Jersey shore we feel right at home. Following a cue from the locals I now know that it is my cultural responsibility to stand in line right next to the person you are after and to lean your entire torso over a counter while ordering food with the command "gimme a..." Similarily, the torso plays an important role in strutting and flaunting your abs on the beach. There is even special women's swimwear geared toward just torso bearing. What a fascinating, torso-oriented place!
The Stein family beach house we're staying in here is very comfortable. It even has a climbing gym in the den! I've been told that it's actually a jutting stone wall put in circa the early 80's, but I won't let that stop me. We've had plenty of fun conversations already. Topics have ranged from circumcision to guitar riffs to surviving a rip tide. It's easy to see where Margot gets her wit and general brainy impressiveness from. The Steins are a top rate mishpachah.
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