The Jersey Shore Gang.

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John raced down the empty boardwalk, making sharp turns around stands closed with metal doors. The thump of the boards under his bike's wheels made it sound like someone was coming up from behind. There is a stark, minimalistic look to Seaside Heights New Jersey in the Winter. And even though the sky is just as blue and the ocean just as pretty, the feel is black and white and less. Except when it comes to seeing old friends. December is when you are more likely to run into old friends who are visiting parents for the holidays. People who remind you of who you were, what you felt or...

Patty Lozon

'When you knew how to ride a bike.'

John and Patty are laying on the boardwalk; their bikes entangled.

John

'Patty, you're home. You o.k.?''

Patty

'You're rubbing my leg. Most guys say hello with a hug or kiss on the cheek.'

John

'Shut up Lozon. Do you realize we are the only two people on the boardwalk?'

John helps her up.

Patty hugs him.

'Oh hell. Do I have to take the lead?'

John

'Always did...'

Patty

"I heard you were a writer in New York?'

John

'I am but I still live in Seaside...'

Patty

'With your Aunt. I love her she's so much fun. I think you're creative because of her.'

John

'Lot's of my family are what I call creative without a clue. Their creations almost work.'

John and Pat walk onto the broad section of the boardwalk between the Seaside Heights and Park amusement piers. The wind whips across the white sand...blowing it cold and stinging onto the boardwalk. John pulls Pat next to him to block the wind from her.

Soon they are near a building shaped like a castle that houses a large arcade and 100 year old carousel. John opens the door and a rush of warm air hits their faces. The flashing lights of the arcade. The shouts of 20 something gamers in black and gray/silver playing video and sports games like basketball and bowling and the turn-of-the-century song-In the good old summertime- coming from the carousel take them back to another time. A time...when there was time to be with people.

Patty pulls on John's coat collar to draw him close.

Patty

'You brought me here to have your way with me. Fine, I'll ride the carousel with you. But this time, you are going on a horse that goes up and down. Not one that stays on the ground.'

John and Patty move towards the carousel.

John laughs

'You're right. I was afraid of everything. You were fearless. It's still like that.'

Patty

'What are you talking about. You went into New York City and got a writing job. Pretty brave.'

John

'You face death every day. And you were always great at making people feel good...'

Patty

'You're right. I'm better than you.'

Patty throws her head back and laughs as the carousel begins to turn.

Patty

'You know, the town looks good. When did they put in the quaint street lights and brick sidewalks?'

John

'That's MTV money. They've had a couple of beach houses in Seaside Heights.'

Patty

'....oh I know. Carson Daily...'

John

'Careful, calm down girl...you'll scare your horse.'

Patty

'Do I scare you Johnny?'