LBI used to have jetties. Some folks call ’em groins, but if I said “red French fry sauce,” you’d probably know I meant ketchup. Don’t focus some much on the word “jetty” as the phrase “used to,” in the past tense. We still have a few on the south end of the Island, but they’re a memory for most of our 18-mile sandbar.

Now I’m not going to give you a whole sad story about how we lost this amazing gift that nature created as if they were the last Javan tigers.