The Polar Palace isn't a palace at all, but a run down yet
cozy nook of an ice cream parlor that is decorated with wooden replicas of
beach badges from all the neighboring beaches on the island. Beach badges are a Jersey thing - you need to
buy one and wear it or they don’t let you on the beach. The rest of the United
States seemed to have this thing called “free beaches” going on, but here in
Jersey, you paid. Not that anyone really
minded here at the Cove. The beaches were kept really clean, and people liked
noticing everyone else’s badge. People seemed to wear them like a badge of
honor.
Phoebes and
I parked our bikes outside at the bike rack. It was already crowded but we
found ourselves a spot. Phoebe pulled
out her bike lock and locked up her sherbert colored beauty, but my rusty old
hunk of aluminum just sat freely. Believe me, no one was going to take mine
with the smorgasbord of pretty colored Schwinn Cruisers on the menu that were
out here tonight...
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