Before MTV made us look like stunads.

The Summer of 1979; the drinking age was 18, we stayed out late, smoked cigarettes and thought we were invincible. We would cruise down Rt.34 in my 77 Camaro or Ronnie’s 65 Mustang belting out the lyrics to Hotel California; we were Jersey Girls. We would cover our bikini clad bodies in Bain de Soleil and toast ourselves on the beach listening to WABC on the AM dial. At night we drank Southern Comfort and Ginger Ale while we rocked to the bands at The Osprey Hotel. It didn’t matter that we lived in an attic apartment with one window fan, a hot plate and mini fridge. Living down the shore was a rite of passage. I confess… thinking about my life at age 20 leaves me feeling a bit nostalgic for bell bottoms and Farrah Fawcett hair. Maybe it’s time to dust off the 8 tracks and try SoCo and Ginger one more time… Nah, who am I kidding, it’s a martini and iTunes kinda night for me and my Old Man. “They were ghosts of the eyes of all the boys you sent away……they haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets”  Springsteen

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