There are certain things I’ve just come to count on LBI for: the smell of the marsh air when you hit the Causeway, the loud crash of the surf turning over and over on the beach, the 5 o’clock whistle from the lifeguards closing up shop for the day. Even the incessant ringing of those bells from the ice cream vendors can be music to my ears.

Most nights the bright orange sky lights up across the mainland in a brilliant explosion of glowing cloud trails, yet all is calm and quiet each morning…