There’s nowhere we’d rather hang with our three knuckleheads than the beach (except, perhaps, Disney). It’s our happy place; our calm from the storms of what sometimes seem like endless but blissful summer nights of baseball, softball, and swimming. From Samuel’s chocolate chip pancakes smothered in whipped cream to “Watch the tram car please” to Sam’s white broccoli pizza, from toes in the sand to bodies in the waves to hands in the air on Morey’s Great Nor’easter, laughter fills the air and smiles fill the faces. There’s just something magical about the beach.