Remember that Christmas song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”? It was running through my mind like a broken record since we pulled onto the Garden State Parkway. We were on our way to LBI at the crack of dawn on what promised to be a dank and rainy spring day. It was House Opening Day Yet to Come, and while part of me felt like a kid on Christmas morning, the other part felt like Ebenezer Scrooge with memories of Opening Days Past.

I thought back to the year we walked through the front door to find the ceiling lying comfortably on the couch.