After four days at $90/day, with the addition of fog (Trump apparently can't control the weather--was he charging us for the fog?) the weather guessers are telling us we'll have ten knots from the north tomorrow, with moderately sunny skies. Good enough and good for us.
Today, my bro and it worked on the boat, and then took the jitney into the boardwalk. Such a place--a freak show, a sideshow, an all-American dream. We found what we wanted in, of all places, an Irish Pub, which brags wonderful portions of solid food and dark, welcoming, non-threatening decor with (unread?) books on the wall behind the bartender instead of mirrors. We ate, drank, and then walked down the boardwalk to the Trump Taj Mahal and, rather than gambling, took a nap in one of the spacious, dark lounge areas. Wonderful.
Then back here, to Trump's Marina, and the thrill of a rock n' roll band that is blasting at 140 db. Good luck sleeping tonight. But, we're up with the seagulls and slipping our dock lines, off for Cape May.