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Cashmere Conspiracy
Not all significant events in the world require press time on the major networks and stormy walk-outs on “The View”. One such event occurred this past Sunday, noticed by only a few bleary-eyed college students, and seafood lovers looking to combine their love of crab with a waft of an ocean breeze.
Emerging from the solitude of the Joisey Pine Barrens, three 2005 Cashmeres converged on the entrance of Stockton State College for an historic occasion; the first ever Joisey Cashmere Caravan of registered members, representing three separate Thunderbird organizations. The planning was secretive; the execution flawless.
Hung-over college students thought they were seeing triple as the Caravan wound its way through campus and then, disappeared again into the forest at the edge of campus.
The lure of the sea, and its seafood, enticed the triplets to drive towards eastward, until eventually, the road morphed into a seascape of slowly-waving marsh grasses. Luckily, it was at the parking lot of the remote Oyster Creek Inn, gingerly perched on a desolate peninsula at Leeds Point.
There, nestled between trays of clams casino, crab cakes and flounder, the lucky riders enjoyed the view of the Great Bay and Long Beach Island that few shore mongers ever see… and all while talking about this great pastime called Thunderbirding.
Two hours later, the trio left the safe enclave of Oyster Bay, and faded quietly into silently-standing trees of the Pine Barrens, going their separate ways as the narrow, bayside roads split into separate rushes towards civilization.
Emerging from the solitude of the Joisey Pine Barrens, three 2005 Cashmeres converged on the entrance of Stockton State College for an historic occasion; the first ever Joisey Cashmere Caravan of registered members, representing three separate Thunderbird organizations. The planning was secretive; the execution flawless.
Hung-over college students thought they were seeing triple as the Caravan wound its way through campus and then, disappeared again into the forest at the edge of campus.
The lure of the sea, and its seafood, enticed the triplets to drive towards eastward, until eventually, the road morphed into a seascape of slowly-waving marsh grasses. Luckily, it was at the parking lot of the remote Oyster Creek Inn, gingerly perched on a desolate peninsula at Leeds Point.
There, nestled between trays of clams casino, crab cakes and flounder, the lucky riders enjoyed the view of the Great Bay and Long Beach Island that few shore mongers ever see… and all while talking about this great pastime called Thunderbirding.
Two hours later, the trio left the safe enclave of Oyster Bay, and faded quietly into silently-standing trees of the Pine Barrens, going their separate ways as the narrow, bayside roads split into separate rushes towards civilization.
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