This summer started in the same old-fashioned, irritating way: runners and walkers going the wrong direction on Ocean Boulevard and Beach Avenue and the presence of sandy paws along with sandy feet. So, in my normal fashion, I gave irritating looks at all the runners/walkers and swept up the sand with my handy broom. Yes, one might call me a witch – but one of a different sort.

Witchy woman, I am. I’d like to be able to say I am an old Long Beach Islandstaple; however, I didn’t make my way here…