On Labor Day, join Betty in a gawking contest at Ocean City’s Boardwalk.
Officially, “tourist season” ends, so crowds amble, stroll, walk, jog, bicycle and pedibike past miniature golf courses, salt water taffy emporiums, ice cream shops, T-shirt stores, costume jewelry businesses, and souvenir spots vying for attention with “end-of-season-saving” sales. Limit my financial lack of willpower to a couple postcards, and Betty shares a cholesterol-inspiring deep-fried waffle weighted down with powdered sugar. (Oh, such sacrifices we make to strengthen our country’s sagging economy).
Later we drive on pine-lined back roads to visit her daughter Chris and family. Chris’s husband John is a contractor, so their converted farmhouse and “barn”, easily unnoticed externally, show their skills and energy within. Home and “barn” (now office and in-law apartment) have interiors reminiscent of old Shaker homes, where expense is limited, but workmanship is not.
On Tuesday, we venture down to Cape May’s Historic Cold Spring Village, a collection of old homes and businesses with a decided 19h-century motif. We wander its grounds, disappointed that, post-“season” none of its “period artisans” are demonstrating old-fashioned skills. Then we lunch at an old Grange Hall, where, as we are about to desert, waiter Chris entices us to “dessert” with scrumptious bread pudding. (Again, we plead guilty to excessive efforts to stimulate our economy).