My dad is known for taking terrible photos of people when they aren't looking, in a well-meaning attempt to document the fun times. 😉 In 99 percent of the pics, the subject's eyes are closed, their underwear is showing, their mouth is open, their face is completely hidden, or they straight-up look like they're dying. 🤣 But you know what, Dad? Despite the slight awkwardness of it, I love this one you snapped of us. In its wonderful imperfection, it perfectly captures the casual, down-to-earth vibe of the southern Jersey Shore I love so much: the wet hair; the paper plates piled high with clams; the sun-kissed cheeks; the sound of Bruce Springsteen playing softly in the background; the laughter emanating from the other beach houses that line the block; the beers and giant wine glasses 🙈 on the porch because Ocean City is a "dry island." (No bars or even BYOB restaurants in O.C.!) So thanks, Dad. And happy 60th birthdays to you and Mom. You guys have made all of this magic and happines...