Dear Mr. Shore:
This is something that I just don't get. How come these stupid city jerks all cram themselves into their cars, claw and fight eachother, risking their lives (and ours) to get to the beach, only to get there and find they've congested the place up as bad as the city, and then call that a vacation?

Dear Tom:
If there's one thing I've learned it's that it's not fair to generalize. After all, not all city jerks drive cars. Good question. Amazing isn't it? If you ever figure that one out, let me know.

Dear Mr. Shore:
Why did the Eastern Shoreman cross Route 50?

Dear Vince:

Dear Mr. Shore:
I went to the beach last Sunday afternoon and as I was walking along I began to notice this horrible stench. I looked a little farther ahead and saw what appeared to be this big, fat, greasy, pasty-white blob of flesh sprawled out on the beach. I was afraid to get any closer, so I didn't get a real good look at it. Do you have any idea what this was?

Dear Gretchen:
Good thing you didn't step in it! But seriously, if it smelled like a beach whale and looked like a beach whale, chances are it was one of the Western Shore Beach Whale species that tend to migrate this way during the summer months. Don't ask me why, it's certainly not for mating reasons. I was recently able to capture an image of one on film. Click Here