Thirty-five years ago, making an impulsive mid-January trip to Ocean City, Maryland was a desolate adventure.
The inviting summer surf of August was transformed into dark, unfriendly waves with salt spray stinging the face. Few sounds were heard beyond the screech of hungry seagulls. Stores and eateries, once hopping with activity, were boarded up against winter’s wrath. “See you in June” was scrawled on ply board. Sadly, “off-season” meant exactly that.
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