Getting Away

There’s something about summer that invariably takes my thoughts back a few decades to childhood vacations. Back then, the annual vacation was to the Jersey Shore. We rented a little bungalow in Ocean Beach for one week at the end of June.

We did the same things every year–mini golf, days on the beach, evenings on the boardwalk, bike rides, and even a little eating out. In fact, to this day, I can remember the way certain things looked simply because we did them so often.

But that’s what made i...