That time of year has come again when I must depart the Island and will only be able to savor LBI in memories until next summer. To collect more of those memories I always spend the last few days taking walks on the beach. For me each walk is different, sometimes by a little, sometimes by a lot.

It wasn’t exactly a sand dollar summer, but at the edge of the waves at low tide I still find a few. And then I spy a pristine white cockleshell and the corkscrew remnant of a conch scattered among the…