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I've marked about where we were most of the time when we'd visit by great aunt, Aunt Louise.
Uncle Gus was Greek, Aunt Louise was Norman by way of Wales and Indiana. (Don't ask, it's a very long story going back to 1066.) Uncle Gus was the only Greek I had ever been around, so when the movie "My Great Big Fat Greek Wedding" came out I realized that a lot about Uncle Gus was not that he was some eccentric character, but that he was Greek. I really learned a lot about my family from that movie. Unfortunately both were dead, so I never had a chance to talk with them about it.
The other thing about Ocean City is that it provided the defining component of what I understand as PIZZA. I'm sure the salt air had a major influence on the process, but THE PIZZA by which I judge all other pizzas is made just south of the Music Pier at "Mack and Manco's".
Likewise, the apex of "shoreness" is a combination of salt air and suntan lotion (which, surprisingly, has not changed aroma much over the past, um, few years), with a touch of cigar or pipe smoke.
I've been to lots of other beaches on both coasts, but they can't compare to the shore. I don't know that I've ever smelled pipe/cigar smoke at those beaches: there have certainly been both salt air and suntan lotion.
Birdlist, which includes bayside and the north end of the island where the road heads to the mainland: Double-crested Cormorant, Great Black-backed Gull, Great Egret, Herring Gull, Laughing Gull, Mourning Dove, Purple Sandpiper, Ring-billed Gull, Ruddy Turnstone, Sanderling.