An enthusiast’s view of America’s Original Seaside Resort… by Meghan Kunz
I’d like to thank my parents for introducing me to Cape May. For taking me to the Capri Motor Lodge (how I loved their pool with the slide), for walks on the beach and to the arcade. We took pictures next to the Cape May Bell on the Washington Street Mall, and outside Our Lady Star of the Sea, next to the white car that is a permanent summer fixture on their lawn, always tempting me to buy raffle tickets (how I wanted to win that beloved white car). I love the pictures of us on Sunset Beach, especially the ones of Grandma and Grandpa — I remember that day so vividly. Looking at the photos, I can almost feel the warmth of the sun on my face, the wind whipping my hair around, the taste of the food, and the laughter we shared.
I’d like to thank my friends, including some who I am no longer in touch with, who took the trip with me to Cape May in high school and college. Those car trips were quite memorable, especially when my mother forced us to listen to AM radio talk shows for the entire 137 miles (this could explain my current obsession with AM radio, but I’m not pointing any fingers).
I’d like to thank my grandmother, who took her last trip to Cape May with us in 2005. Thank you for saying that you would miss us while we were gone – that bought you a roundtrip ticket down to Cape May. Those memories of you draining the raspberry martini glass are permanently etched in my memory.
I’d like to thank my in-laws, Arnie and Ellen, who graciously watch our small army of animals at home, allowing us to vacation in Cape May on a whim.
Thank you to my husband, Andy. He totally fell in love with Cape May and has since been the one to suggest what I never considered: spending the holidays in Cape May, setting up spa weekends, wave-running, and purchasing real estate. He longs to fulfill my parents’ dream of moving there. He started our annual tradition of spending New Year’s Eve eating at the Merion Inn. He was also the one who encouraged me (relentlessly) over our Olive Garden meal two summers ago to write some ideas down and send them off to Jack Wright. A few Sam Adams Summer Ales later, I did just that. Then, I held my breath.
I’d like to thank Jack Wright for responding to my email that night. And for taking a chance on me.