The unofficial end of summer is here, and Iâm (Jason Nark) back to write one of the final Jersey Shore newsletters of the season. Iâve done a few of these end-of-summer newsletters over the years, and they get me feeling a little introspective. Iâve written about getting ditched by my teenage kids on the Wildwood boardwalk in the past, the ebb and flow of nostalgia I experience there, and the joy of getting to do it all over again with a toddler.
And thatâs what Iâm doing this year, too.
For almost 30 years now, most of my Shore time has been at my parentsâ two-bedroom condominium on Hereford Inlet in North Wildwood. Itâs been a real blessing, particularly with my four kids, and Iâve grown more grateful for it as time passes. I made a few trips to other shore towns, like Asbury Park and Ocean Grove, this summer that really cemented that for me: I couldnât afford to spend even one night there.

Iâve always been concerned with the affordability of the Shore, how that goal of a weekend at the beach must be a real struggle for working families, and the hassle of finding a hot shower if youâre a day-tripper.
I visited North Wildwood irregularly myself this summer, a few days here and there with my daughter but never anything too long. Still, I found a nice rhythm, some real peace in walking my dog, Wanda, at night â bless my parents for letting me bring her â after my daughter went to bed. Iâm talking two-hour walks, along the sea wall, on side roads, past the bars, etc. During many of those walks, I just studied houses, watching people watch the Phillies or hearing them laugh on a deck. Some were too brightly lit, others a bit cookie-cutter for my taste, but I found myself pausing at the interesting ones and the smaller homes with faded siding and old screen doors. I take photos of them, sometimes, from afar.
One of those houses, a 760-square-foot cottage that was built in 1950, was up for sale. It was bright yellow and charming. It was going for just over $2 million and, as I suspected, probably wouldnât be there next summer.
âTheyâre not buying the house, theyâre buying the location,â a local real estate agent said in a Facebook video about the home. âMost likely, this place gets torn down and replaced with a luxury shore home.â

The wrecking ball has been cruel to me in the Wildwoods, taking the Thunderbird Inn, the Golden Nugget ride on the boardwalk, and the postcard-perfect Château Bleu hotel. There are too many to name.
Iâll feel it a bit next summer when that cottage is gone. Iâd love to be wrong.
As I get older, Iâve tried to loosen my grip on nostalgia, to not waste emotions worrying about the long-gone Lamp Post Diner, or bait shops that seem to be barely hanging on.
Iâve even accepted that my parentsâ place may someday change hands. They are older now and deserve to reap the rewards of a wise investment, whether itâs retiring there or selling altogether. They get plenty of feelers from real estate agents.
Still, watching my daughter â sheâs 5 â on the beach this summer, seeing her eat all the pepperoni off her slice of Samâs Pizza, or work up the nerve to ride the log flume Iâve been on 100 times, I feel nostalgiaâs strong grip again. Iâm not sure Iâd be able to afford all those memories without that cozy, little condo.
âI love it,â my father told me when I asked why heâs held out so many years. âPlain and simple, I love it.â
My parentsâ place is in a whole unit of condos, and I couldnât fathom it being torn down for something larger, but Iâve been wrong before, and stranger things have happened… in Avalon.
đŽ What do you think about the tear-down trend at the Jersey Shore? Do you see it as progress? Does it hurt a bit, or can you look on the bright side and see the rising tide â property values â lifting your boat, too? Let me know what you think by replying to this email. Have ideas or news tips about the Shore? Send them to us here.
â Jason Nark (đŚ Tweet me at @jasonnark. đ§ email me here.)
Shore talk
đ What happened to all the weakfish?
đş Coyote concerns grow in Wildwood.
đ˘ Hereâs what the new Wetlands Institute building will look like.
đ° One-third of Atlantic Cityâs 21,000 jobs could be lost to New York and North Jersey casinos, a report says.
đď¸ Is a Jersey Shore reboot filming in Seaside Heights?
đŁ Two Shore locals, including Cape Mayâs Jackson OâBrien, were named to the Eagles cheerleading squad.
What to eat/What to do
đŞ Catch a show at the Hook before it closes for good on Sept. 6. Chuck Darrow considers what should replace it.
đ Miss the Irish Pub? Check out the Green Goddess wings at Kingâs Pub in Atlantic City
đ§âđł Visit the Ocean City bakery where Dominic Sessa learned to become Anthony Bourdain.
đĄ Check out these ideas to make the Shore better.
Shore snapshot

đ§ Trivia time
Tom Cramp was first with the correct answer to last weekâs question. Ocean City officially outlawed BYOB in 1984.
How old was the first Miss America when she was crowned in Atlantic City on Sept. 7, 1921?
A. 19
B. 23
C. 16
D. 26
If you think you know the answer, click on this story to find out.
Ask Down the Shore: Where have all the manners gone?
We asked our text group The Shore Line about changing manners down the Shore after a reader observed that people were angling for the right of way even on mobility mats leading to the beach.
Hereâs a sampling of the response:
- Just the other day, walking to the beach with little ones and a group of teens did not move over, even a little bit. Iâm 70, and the kids are 4 & 2. They acted like I was the one who SHOULD move out of their way. No manners. I blame the parents.
- Itâs not just beach etiquette â all manners have declined, and proper decorum isnât valued like it used to be. I definitely agree that walkers rarely drop into a single file on those mats. Fortunately, I do still see people move aside for wheelchairs, as they should.
- Periodically, I experience the same obstruction behaviors. I hold my ground until they move; Iâm in my seventies! Manners everywhere are deteriorating, not just at the shore, though many who vacation here seem entitled.
Your Shore memory
An end of summer memory from Jacqui Delario:
My sisters and I grew up in South Philly and summered with my aunt and uncle on Cresse Ave in Wildwood Crest. I live in Margate now; nothing was as magical as Wildwood in the 60s. Just before Labor Day, we always had a big crabs and macaroni dinner. My dad purchased the crabs somewhere offshore, with corn from a Goshen farm.
Aunt Betty declawed the crabs â she wore sturdy black shoes and wielded her kitchen tools like weapons. My mother and Aunt Sue were inside preparing the rest. Aunt Betty and Uncle Joe had a big picnic table. They removed the umbrella and added newspaper. Shortly before sunset, we started eating. First was the linguine. The crab gravy was so sweet you hated to stop at one serving. Then magically, the crabs appeared, later the corn. We stayed at the table for hours. My mom and my aunts somehow kept the food coming while never appearing to leave the table.
But it was also a bittersweet occasion â a highlight of the summer, which was ending.
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