The Shack is gone but its ghost – and pilings – linger.

I’m sure some symbolic something-or-other will be built there to mark where one of the Island’s most revered landmarks once stood. But it won’t be the same – that is, until we who recall the original Shack die off and future generations look excitedly at the facsimile and are filled with that same ageless rush of energy we had gotten in knowing this meant the next stop is LBI.