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Cape Avenue Jetty: Letters from Kyiv
Ode to a pile of rocks at the Jersey Shore
“There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain”
Song “In My Life” by The Beatles, Lyrics by John Lennon
There are places and places within or part of places. Not long ago, I wrote about a place called, Cape May Point. This story is about a place in that place, Cape Avenue Jetty in Cape May Point. This is an ode to a pile of rocks.
Rock pile, that’s what we used to call it in my family. The first time someone said jetty, I had no idea what they were talking about but that’s the term we’ll stick to for the rest of this story. Our summer place on Cape Avenue dead ended at the beach. Well, it ended at a very large mound of dunes with a path through the center and later in life, a wooden walkway. As you tread your way up the path, beach grass, poison ivy and grandma’s favorite beach plum plants were on your left and right. Topping the dune, below lie Cape Avenue jetty and the place where the Delaware Bay met the Atlantic Ocean, kind of. That…
