Sometimes you need to just make a trip back home to remember why you don't live there anymore- and other times you return to a place that has warm and special memories. The Long Beach boardwalk brings me memories of my grandmother since she lived right next to the Monroe Blvd entrance and of my dad- it's where I spent the days after his death in 2008 walking back and forth each day trying to make sense of this deep loss in my life. This time returning to the Boardwalk all new (and no longer wood) since Hurricane Sandy- simply provided a leisurely walk and a couple of photos.
