When we were young and dating, the Dutchman’s Brauhaus, off the Route 72 Long Beach Island Causeway, was our favorite spot. A few summers ago, on a gorgeous day with big, billowy clouds flying above, we thought it would be fun to stop there again. It was lunch time and we were in my loaded car, ready for our annual vacation down the shore.

We were also laughing about how our grandkids thought we were rich. It’s understandable; their last name is Brant and we sometimes stayed in Brant Beach.