Cold Cuts


A friend mentioned heading to the Jersey Shore to hang out at the beach sometime this summer. Nothing captures my feelings and thoughts about summer in New Jersy quite like... cold cuts. Picture the rented bungalow. Cheap drug-store beach chairs on the front porch. A cooler full of beer cans. Your bathing suit full with sand. Wet towels drying on a clothesline. And in the fridge various pound-and-a-half packages of cold cuts wrappd in white butcher paper. Someone in New Jersey is either eating cold cuts, buying cold cuts or thinking about cold cuts. Always. Cold Cuts.