
Ed was not always there during the summers but we always peeked at his house when we walked to the beach. Once, Ed drove a Budweiser-decorated golf cart on the beach, greeting people and giving out sodas and beer. I got to shake his hand and I said I lived up the street from him. On labor Day, Ed had a big BBQ party and on this holiday I remember being on the beach and hearing Ed laugh. It boomed across the dunes and made me laugh.
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