As anyone who has followed some of my summer columns in The SandPaper might recall, I enjoy coming with my daughter, Claire, now Mrs. Wildman, to Long Beach Island every year in August on my wedding anniversary. It has been seven years since my dear husband, Stanley, passed away, but my daughter knows how much it means to me to be near the sea on our anniversary. She started this tradition that first summer and has not failed me since.

Of course no two visits are alike. The weather is never the same.