Praise be to FSM for letting me be born in one of the last civilized states that doesn't make me pump my own gas!
After vacationing in Cape May for 30 years...I consider myself a local
You name the restaurant we've probably eaten there--the Ugly Mug, Lobster House, Mad Batter... We've also managed to stay in most of the houses on Jackson Street...and I remember when there was a sailboat parked in the yard of the first house. That boat was a long-running joke on that street. The owner bought it to restore, but after sitting there 25 years, it was finally scrapped last year. Now the street looks odd without it 






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