Protocol Harry

I'm so proud of my state, as I've always been.  My red-headed

brother from another mother visited our humble region today, and

was escorted by Guvnah Christie.  I know there are a couple of

my readers (which accounts for both of them) who don't think too

highly of our chief executive, but Goddammit, I like him.

They wound their way through Mantoloking, via Barnegat Lane,

which hosted the 'House in the Bay', among other displaced 

residences.  Then they jumped back on 35 South toward Snooki-

land.  There, they toured the Seaside Boardwalk, schmoozing with 

the locals, and even stopped to play a 'throw-the-ball-and-hope-

that-it-lands-in-the right-hole game.

When asked if his visit made a difference in the shore's recovery,

Harry very quickly replied, "No".  He was dead on.  

But it was still really cool that he made the visit. 

He's a refreshed version of his Grandma's and Dad's tired 

humanitarian efforts to convince the villagers that the Royals

sincerely do care about the travails of everyday folk.  

It was his take on  'a brighter shade of stale'.