A Lifetime at a Red Light; the Most Marchy March Ever

I wrote the first half of this week’s column while sitting at the light on Central Avenue and Eighth Street in Ship Bottom. I was headed southbound when I got caught at the red light.

I made that light once in my life. I think it was 2005. I was listening to Social Distortion’s latest, “Sex, Love, Rock & Roll,” on my iPod in my VW hatchback, on my way to my bartending shift in Beach Haven when “Reach for the Sky” came on.