I remember our summer holidays to Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard. Our small family of three would buzz down the Mass Pike from Albany, in our old Oldsmobile. To my 4 year old senses it always felt like a 29 hour trip. I remember the heinous orange interior of the early ’80s beach houses we rented. I remember sitting in the kid seat of Dad’s beach bike. I remember chasing sea things with my little beach net.
(Photo by Isolano)