As anyone who's tried to get to the airport or a Phillies game on a Friday can attest, a huge chunk of Philadelphia packs up and goes down the Jersey shore every summer weekend. (And by "down the shore,'' I mean anywhere from Ocean City to Cape May. Apparently, there are Jersey beaches north of Brigantine, and some people even find the Poconos nice this time of year. I'm not buying it, either.)

We're big believers in heading to the edge of the continent and sticking a toe in the water, so we make an annual pilgrimage to Stone Harbor. If it's sunny, we're beach bound unless you get a call like I did on this year's trip.

My high school buddy Burkey the Beer Guy (he sells beer, my dream job in my next life) was on his way to Sea Isle City, but he wasn't planning to ride the waves. The Stanley Cup was on display on the Sea Isle beach at 57th Street, courtesy of one of the town's summer residents.

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