![]() ![]() Unfortunately, that was another tradition Sandy took from me… from many…Ī special thing that happened, today, was going to Spicy Cantina with my dad. After poppop died in 2005, just looking at the ferris wheel choked me up. The ferris wheel, as my dad was less able to handle the turning, spinning rides that make you regret eating that caramel apple 20 minutes earlier, he and I would ride and I’d ride again with my grandpa. I would look forward to riding the ferris wheel with him every year, look down at my parents and wave, as if I was the expectionally special child that got to spend time just with my poppop. Our ferris wheel was huge and had the caged seats. Every summer, since I can remember, he took me on the ferris wheel. Stopping at The Red and Green Tops on the way home (they are side-of-the-road produce stands) ( where theres aisles of Jersey tomatoes!) Sausage, peppers, and onions from Midway (I got one for Barry, today) Mini gulf/Putput (its actually on a roof!) ( I got my first hole in one!) Just like eating breakfast at Jimmy’s, daddy and I have boardwalk traditions:Īir Hockey (I let dad win. I’ve been really lucky that I’ve been here almost once a week, the past three weeks! Dad and I usually, only get to the shore about once a year. I have been so excited about this day, I’ve been planning it since last week. Today, I had a short list of things I needed to bring home, and a long list of things to do with dad. Once we finished our last cups of coffee, we hit the boardwalk. Dave, the owner even brought us out two slices of his new Trenton pork roll to try! Haha! (I’ve never had pork roll before…I’m still a scrapple girl.) I ordered an egg over medium, stole half of dads scrapple and a slice of rye toast (from his Western omelette platter) to create an open faced sandwich. ![]()
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