Took a ride today to Long Beach Island. Got to thinking about an old friend of the family. Mark Scott. This is a photograph of him sitting on the steps of what was once his home.
To our surprise, this home no longer stands.
Its been replaced by a larger, newer home.
But what I remember most of this house is Mark. The inviting brick fire place. The butter churn, the scratchy couch. The lumpy cots in the back room where you could hear the ocean at night.
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