If the weather was right and Dad's car running well, my Uncle Butch loaded us into the Rambler station wagon and we headed 'down the shore' to Keansburg for a Sunday night at the games.
The big treat of those long ago summers was our annual trip to Olympic Park in Maplewood/Irvington. That great big amusement park was so far away, we took the Garden State Parkway to get there.If the weather was right and Dad's car running well, my Uncle Butch loaded us into the Rambler station wagon and we headed 'down the shore' to Keansburg for a Sunday night at the games. Dad wasn't much of a shore person, or a vacation person, either. He's spend all his days on the beach he'd ever want in the Fijis.
The full moon set over the Parkway as we inched our way north through unbearably slow traffic with a bunch of tied kids sprawled behind the back seat eating peaches.
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