In case yesterday’s crab news wasn’t enough for you, there’s this: On Saturday, July 19th, in Wildwood, New Jersey, another shore festival will take place. And this time, it’ll be a festival of crabs.
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Wildwood is going to be rumbling in a few weeks when it hosts World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE)’s Live SummerSlam Heatwave Tour at in the Convention Center’s Oceanfront Arena.
Fighters scheduled to attend are John Cena, Sheamus (pictured, above), Randy Orton, Bray Wyatt, Daniel Bryan, The USO’s, Big E, and Bad News Barrett.
Tickets to the event are only $15 a pop, and can be purchased here.
There seems to be a wide-spread belief that Five Mile Island – Wildwood, North and West Wildwood, and Wildwood Crest – was struck by Hurricane Sandy. Not true. Wildwood suffered virtually no storm damage, and Sandy had nothing to do with the marketing of these three Boardwalk properties.
It is axiomatic on the Wildwoods Boardwalk that properties between the two main Morey’s Piers are the most desirable, and these three properties (pictured in the gallery below) are on that coveted main stem. That fact alone, of course, is no guarantee of success for tenants. They have to know how to work the Boardwalk and be willing to put in the long, grueling hours that are demanded throughout the short summer seashore season. It’s not for everybody. Every season, Boardwalk amateurs, hopes high, open venues, only to take a salt water bath. It ain’t easy. Sometimes they stiff the landlord.
There are several other reasons Boardwalk property owners put up for sale signs. The Boardwalk Mall, long a landmark, lost two major tenants this year, and truth be told, the remaining tenants are a hodge-podge of tee-shirt shops and the rest of the stores that already line the Boardwalk outside. Despite the Weiland whale mural on the side of the building, the Boardwalk Mall is not the prime property it once was. But it will remain; it’s in good physical shape and the second floor, with it’s broad, graceful, curved ocean-view window will doubtless draw a new tenant, despite the constantly-rising rents.
“Oh those Wildwood days, Wild-Wild-Wildwood days
Every day’s a holiday, and every night is a chance to buy a cheaply-made t-shirt that’s likely crude, very possibly offensive, and definitely overpriced from one of the approximately 127 t-shirt shops on the boardwalk”
—Bobby Rydell, “Wildwood Days,” if I’m remembering it correctly
Monday was Memorial Day, and many Philadelphians celebrated it the only way they know how: By driving down the shore, laying on the beach, eating greasy food, and buying a tremendously tacky t-shirt.
I, too, participated in this annual summer tradition on Monday and went down to Wildwood. That’s right: It’s now time for my third-annual Wildwood boardwalk t-shirt round up. Previous editions in 2012 and 2013 (with a late-summer update) have covered enough ground that I’ll be ignoring some of the holdovers that are sticking around — Mickey hands, diamonds, pot and booze shirts, she’s/he’s mine, etc. — and focusing on new shirts or older ones that are having a resurgence. (Unfortunately, the Sex Drugs Dubstep t-shirt has not made its comeback yet.)
So kick up your feet, put on your best neon “I <3 my crazy wife” t-shirt, and get ready to learn about some classy shirts.
If you’re planning on running the Wildwood Half Marathon or 8K on May 18th but haven’t pulled the trigger yet, you’re in luck: The race just released a discount code to score $10 off your registration.
Summer is nearing its end. There’s about five weeks left until the solstice, but we all know the unofficial end of summer is what really matters. Labor Day isn’t even sneaking up on us: The stores are filled with Halloween candy. Bars are already stocking pumpkin beer for the messed-up people who think it’s okay to drink pumpkin-flavored things in August.
That means it’s time for an update! As part of Philly mag’s ongoing ownership of tacky Wildwood boardwalk T-shirt coverage, I headed down the shore this weekend. And it turned out the popular T-shirts have changed much since my last piece at the beginning of summer.
Sometimes a mayor’s got to dress the part, even at the beach, and Ernie Troiano Jr.’s got all the starched collars and wingtips he needs for those special occasions.
When Wildwood voters booted him from office in a recall in 2009, Ernie had nice slacks on. Voted back in 17 months later, he looked real sharp at the swearing-in ceremony. But Ernie’s a lifelong fireman and “a concrete guy” — so more often than not, he’s tracking cement dust through Wildwood’s city hall and checking his emails in sweat-stained tees and work boots.
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Okay, we’re fairly certain that even those who didn’t make the list of Budget Travel Magazine’s Most Awesome Boardwalks have not reached a pit of despair so deep that they’ve been reduced to pursuing drug addiction. But these debates can get passionate, that’s for sure, when the stakes are high.
Everyone at the Jersey Shore is looking for tourism this summer, worried that Sandy, or national perceptions of Sandy, will keep people away. Budget Travel included area boardwalks at Atlantic City, Point Pleasant, Wildwood and Rehoboth–but did not mention Ocean City, NJ, which does, indeed, seem odd. But Ocean City, Maryland, got a strong mention, and perhaps the writers felt it would be too clunky to have two Ocean Cities on the list (far-fetched, we realize).
Old habits die hard, but the end is extremely nigh for baggy, saggy pants on the Wildwood boardwalk. Baggy drawers were actually supposed to be banned starting last week, but much to the delight of senior-weeking teens and New Jersey’s beltless masses, Wildwood’s intrepid boardwalk fuzz won’t start enforcing the ordinance until tomorrow. So, kids, if you’re down the shore this week, before you step out onto the boards with trousers dipping more than three inches below your waistline, you’ve got to ask yourselves one question: Do you feel lucky, punk? Do ya? [CBS]
I was one of the lucky ones who got to grow up at the Jersey Shore. My family lived a block from the bay in Wildwood. I was a 10-year-old tomboy, the second-youngest of five, whose favorite hobbies included fishing and crabbing. After school and on the weekends you would always find me down at the bulkhead with my pole and nets trying to reel in something brag-worthy.
But one day I met Mr. Davis, an elderly gentleman who had a house with a private dock where he invited me to fish and crab whenever I wanted. I started showing up in my usual tomboy attire: Converse high-tops, a Phillies jersey and denim shorts, topped with a raccoon hat. My parents never liked the get-up, but it was my favorite. And deep down I thought I was a boy and, ultimately, had no problem convincing Mr. Davis of that either.
The first time he saw me in the raccoon hat, he asked, “Where’s your sister Stacey?”
I wanted so much to be a boy back then that I lied and told Mr. Davis that I was Stacey’s twin brother Mickey.