The humid air and briney aroma of Beach Haven took me right back to my first visit here, with my parents and cousins and grandparents when I was 9 or 10 years old. There may be other beachy places with a similar invigorating flavor (Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket) but I’ve got it in my head that Beach Haven owns it. Last night there was a flashing lightning storm over the bay. Lightning bolts and warm gusty winds and whitecaps on the water. We sat on a wooden pier on the bay and just waited for words that might improve on the silence. They never came.
