One of the reasons to take this trip to Red Bank is for me to take a trip down memory lane. But it seems that I have fewer memories of Red Bank than John does. Or at least fewer things that I remember as well as he does. I know he just can’t help himself when he remembers all the street names, restaurant names, names of my childhood friends, etc. etc. but sometimes it gets to me. After all he grew up in Philadelphia and Chicago and yet it’s like he’s my little childhood shadow. But enough ranting. It’s good that one of us remembers something.
One of the things that we have to do when we are in the Red Bank area is to have lunch at Max’s. The Max meal today was hot dogs, of course, sauerkraut, onion rings and a beer.