Although I enjoy every minute on LBI, the company of family and friends can get a little trying when three generations are living under one roof. If the weather doesn’t cooperate and we’re housebound, things can get testy.

My husband and I were born sometime after World War II but are too old to be labeled baby boomers. We raised our children in another time. For instance, we didn’t need a police officer to tell us our child’s car seat was aligned properly.