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POSTED: Thursday, April 5, 2012, 4:54 PM

   This year has felt a little like the summer season arrived in February. The warm temps, the lack of epic snow or any snow, the urge to hit the beach from near and far, the panic of editors suddenly looking for beach stories in March, all of this has made it feel like the high season is now. I even had an afternoon beer-book-beach chair reading hour last month that I usually can't indulge in until June. Kinda nice, kinda freaky. For Doug Frohock, a heating oil and propane salesman and the husband of Barbara Frohock, minister at Sea Isle Methodist Church, it was the back bays that called to him startingly early.

Frohock, 61, has been an ocean swimmer for about a quarter century and is training for his 23d Chesapeake Bay Swim on June 10th, a 4.4 mile swim that benefits the March of Dimes (and where organizers have been known to have to fetch swimmers blown way off course by currents, winds and the like). He's a regular at the Ocean City Acquatic Center, where my friend Bob ran across him, but two weeks ago on a Saturday, with the bay temps calling to him from a balmy 58 degrees, in the lagoon just off the intracoastal waterway, he dove in, a full five weeks earlier than last year's record of April 30. "I've never been in the water in March," he said. "It was perfect in a wet suit and hood."

Last year, Frohock, a father of four and grandfather of six, swam a full seven months of the year outdoors, finishing up on Dec. 5th, when the ocean water dipped to 49 degrees. With the early start this year, he might make it nine months, though he's been back to the indoor pool as temperatures dropped a bit since. In the summer, he's out there almost every day, swimming in the space in a trough between where the waves start to mount and a sandbar. It's peaceful, he says, meditative. Sometimes his wife will paddle along side in a kayak. One time, a dolphin swam with him for a full half hour.

POSTED: Tuesday, April 3, 2012, 12:17 PM

EGG HARBOR CITY - This tiny western Atlantic County town has tried various ideas in recent years to pull itself out of the economic doldrums.

Though many of its quaint downtown buildings have been repurposed for housing and other uses, the place once sported a thriving commercial center that started out as a health resort in 1855. It became an enclave for German settlers in the late 1800s and early 1900s. A huge parade in 2005 celebrated the town’s 150th birthday.

This year, the Greater Egg Harbor City Chamber of Commerce will host a four-hour “International Taste of the Town” on April 29. The event will be held at the Egg Harbor City Volunteer Ambulance Hall, 700 Philadelphia Ave. Proceeds will be used to purchase holiday lighting for the town’s main street.

POSTED: Tuesday, April 3, 2012, 8:50 AM

While Revel was getting all the attention on Monday, the real action was at the other end of the Boardwalk. Atlantic City police were chasing a car that was racing west on the board walk. "He's flying too," the police can be heard on the 911 tape, which can be heard here, thanks to ever vigilant Lynda Cohen of the Press of Atlantic City. John Thompson, 28, of Staten Island was at the wheel, driving past the Atlantic City Club (formerly the Hilton), where a man in his car jumped out and suffered head injuries.

"Families were literally diving out of the way," a police officer says on the tape. "Crazy,' the dispatcher replies. Thompson even provided his own punchline (which Cohen helpfully forwarded on twitter to @jayleno and @jimmykimmel), when in the middle of his high speed escape he got on to the Atlantic City Expressway, police in pursuit, and stopped to pay the $2 toll. He was apprehended, and faces charges of drunken driving, eluding police and aggravated assault.

POSTED: Monday, April 2, 2012, 12:03 PM

So, I was going to make like a cool local and ride by bicycle up to Revel to have a look see on its first day open to the public. But yo, the wind! Good reminder that the ocean and its breeze are fickle creatures, and while Revel may have hit on something by trying to bring in views of the ocean to its casino, it will also have to deal with the elements. That porte cochere was as beautiful a wind tunnel as I've come across!

I did manage to find free street parking like a half block from the place, and I'm not saying where. Go find it yourself if you're not into casino parking garages. Just watch out on the first and third Monday of the month.

Monday mornings are never a glamourous time for a casino, so I'm not going to judge the vibe from today, but let's just say, New casino, Same people. Not that there's anything wrong with the familiar Atlantic City mix of old folks, slackers and early birds, but who sent out the memo for everyone to wear sweat pants, sensibly soled shoes and windbreakers on Revel's big day? Oh well, I guess that's what they mean by a soft opening, and I guess even a glamourous, cutting edge entertainment, spa and food destination like Revel needs its Monday morning penny slot players, especially the ones who bring their moms (Overheard: "Mom, mom, listen, when the light is on, it means the (slot) machine is broken.) Can't say enough about my breakfast burrito that I got from Jose Garces's Guapos Tacos truck parked near the casino floor, except that I wish it were near an outside seating area, or one with windows. But that's a casino for you. Revel has told its employees not to call it a casino, it's a resort, but you know, it's a casino. With all the reports about the casino floor not being closed off to the ocean view, I was surprised to find the casino floor mostly a dark and windowless place, once you got into it a couple feet. They were swiping drivers liceneses at the edge of the casino floor, so don't look for too many underaged gamblers at this place. The lobby and its rooftop garden are pretty spectacular, with funky furnishings, see below, casual bar and even some cool little books placed on end tables (one, fittingly, "How to design a chair.") This place is going to pop at night and on weekends, when the cool cats show up.

POSTED: Thursday, March 29, 2012, 8:58 AM

Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley's at the Seaside Bar
We'll run barefoot in the sand, listen to his guitar

-Bruce Springsteen, Seaside Bar Song

   So it's bar week on the blog looks like. Last night, Bruce Springsteen, (left, photographed by Inky photog Michael Bryant), reprised his awesome little tune Seaside Bar Song at the Wells Fargo (calm down, he opened with it last time he was in Philly), and you know, speaking of Seaside Bars, I ran across this nice bit of news from the Showboat Hotel and Casino. With Revel opening next week with a new philosophy about their location (look, an ocean!), Showboat is also changing its focus to welcome what's right outside their door. Located at the famously great surfing spot of States Avenue, Showboat announced this week it was transforming its first floor Club Worship into a new Worship Surf Bar, which it hopes will be an apres-surf hangout for lifeguards, surfers, beach goers and their groupies. Don Marandino, the head of East Coast operations for Caesars who usually has a good feel for things, said in their statement: "Delaware and States Avenue has always been a prime location for regional surfers, since way before my days as a lifeguard in Brigantine. With Worship Surf Bar we wanted to crate a really affordable and legitimate surf and sports hangout that would cater to a flip-flop-kind-of-crowd."


POSTED: Wednesday, March 28, 2012, 10:03 AM

 Driving back over the Margate  causeway and bridge was a bit of a  shock yesterday. I love that drive,  the egrets, the ospreys, the wooden  pilings in the water with the birds on  top, the fallen piling that looks like  the cross as it was being carried by  Jesus through Jerusalem - man, don't  get me started! It's beautiful. Usually  the only sign that irritates me is the  one informing me that I must pay a  toll and, frequently, that the amount  of that toll is going up. But  yesterday, I got to see the fun new  light up ginormous billboard errected  in front of Gilford's Marine, bigger  and more annoying than any of the  old billboards that mar the view. Aw,  come on, really? The land is part of  Egg Harbor Township, one of those  odd boundaries things that stem from  EHT once being all of Atlantic County  and the towns seceding and drawing  their own boundaires. Mayor Sonny  McCullough of Egg Harbor Township  told me yesterday: "I wish it wasn't  as high as it is. It's in compliance  withour zoning. There's not much you  can do about it. i have discoursaged  this type of high profile signs in other  areas of the township." 

 Sigh. I guess maybe market forces  can discourage this type of thing, like  what business would want to  advertise on a billboard that will  mostly annoy people on their way to  the beach? And who would want to  patronize a business that ruined their view so clumsily like that? Or maybe we'll just get used to it like  everything else. 

POSTED: Tuesday, March 27, 2012, 9:18 AM

A few summers ago I was in Sea Isle City to do a feature on the Jersey Shore's nicest meter maid (she gave you a second chance), and the entire city was basically shut down. Streets were closed off and it seemed everyone was attending a funeral. Who in a seashore town would inspire such an overwhelming show of mourning that even my meter maid, Regina, was detailed to the funeral? Was it the mayor? The chief of the beach patrol? A real estate developer? A city founder? No, of course not. It was Billy Perry, 47, a beloved bartender from the Deauville Inn in Strathmere since he was 22. And it got me thinking, is there anything more beloved than a neighborhood watering hole at the Jersey Shore? Think Robert's in Margate, or the late, great Maloney's (which inspired the dubiously comic near tragic bar-to-bar bike race that was mercifully stopped when Maloney's closed), Fred's in Stone Harbor. Or the sadness that accompanied the closing of Moore's Inlet in North Wildwood.

With all the talk about Ocean City voting on a BYOB ordinance, I was struck in the last couple weeks how quickly locals and down for the weather second homers embraced then new Vagabond Kitchen and Taproom, which sits on Wellington Avenue across from the Bay just over the Ventnor/Atlantic City line in Atlantic City. But really, it's fast become Ventnor's bar. (Ventnor allows BYOB and has a few liquor stores, but no liquor licenses). It's interesting to watch new restaurants come and go at the shore, some become instant beacons and others open with great hopes but may as well have a keep out sign on the door. The Vagabond, which is owned by the same people who own Back Bay Ale House at Gardner's Basin and the nearby Scales restaurant, is just one of those places that instantly clicked. Maybe it's the very impressive run of craft beers on tap or the fact that everyone driving into Ventnor passes it and can look in and see people sitting at their big square bar. Maybe people in Ventnor were tired of going to tap-less Robert's. Whatever, the place has become instantly the coolest spot not-quite-in-town. Already, being in Ventnor seems like a hipper place to be. The first time I was in there, a gentleman got a bit rowdy and was trying to start a fight with a hipster-craft-beer type, but finally, he just agreed to leave. The next day, he passed my husband on the Boardwalk and came over to apologize. We still have no idea who he was. But there you go, a bar so nice and friendly, even the jerks apologize the next day. It also provided a nice spot (at a table not at the bar, with a diet coke) for a teenager and her mom to nurse some adolescent break-up blues. The burgers are pretty good too.

POSTED: Thursday, March 22, 2012, 2:25 PM

OCEAN GATE, N.J. — This tiny town on the south bank of the Toms River took a giant leap forward - at least with regard to green energy - four years ago when it became the first municipality in New Jersey to install its own wind turbine.

Leap number two arrived Thursday when the town installed a second turbine. It will use the fierce winds that sweep off the river and the nearby Barnegat Bay (renowned among sailors who use the spot for competitions) to harness enough power to generate electricity for its firehouse and water treatment plant. The $750,000 cost of both projects has been funded through federal energy grants and low-interest loans.

While some residents have complained about the “swoosh” sound the giant blades sometimes make when the turbine is running, Mayor Paul Kennedy said the payoff in the form of a more efficient government was well worth it.

About this blog

Inquirer staff writer Amy S. Rosenberg has covered Philly police, city neighborhoods, Ed Rendell as mayor, the Jersey shore, Atlantic City, Miss America and the psychology of Eagles fans. She moved to Ventnor on July 3, 1995, which makes her a local, but not really.

Inquirer Staff Writer Jacqueline L. Urgo has spent every summer of her life at the Jersey Shore, and has lived there year-round for nearly 30 years, even fulfilling one of her bucket list dreams by once living in a house by the sea.

Since 1990, she has covered the waterfront for The Inquirer — from the Atlantic to the Delaware Bay shore — and some of the mainland in between. Along the way, she amassed an encyclopedic knowledge of this tear-it-down-and-build-it-back-up region, delving into the history and the hype of a place with a lot of unexpected stories to tell.

Amy S. Rosenberg
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