Tonight toward the end of NBC Nightly News Brian Williams, the anchor, talked about a family of bottlenosed dolphins that have swum up the Shrewsbury River south of Sandy Hook, NJ. The dolphins seem to enjoy the waters and don't seem to be suffering in the waters off the bay.
That eight-mile peninsula was my recreational playground when I lived in Eatontown in the early 1990s. I'd walk the north shore of Fort Hancock that provided a view of the Verrazano Bridge and Lower Manhattan, with Long Island further east. In the spring I could collect Knotted Welks (the state sea shell of NJ) or watch the gulls pester eachother over crabs carried to the sand by the tide. The Sandy Hook Lighthouse, built in 1764, is the country's oldest-running lighthouse still being used.
The kids also loved playing in the shallow waves in the summer.
"It's a beautiful part of the country" said Williams, referring to the shore there, the highlands nearby and the historical aura all over that region.
I had to agree, and visions of life there on the Jersey Shore came back to me again. I will always have a heart-felt nostalgia for the Jersey Shore. I found it much cleaner than any piece of shore along the Texas sealine.