alternatives to cowtown, new jersey

Maybe you have never heard of Cowtown, New Jersey or dreamed that there could be such a place within the state of New Jersey, but to me it's not a place to be on a hot steamy day.  It's all either in large hot tin-roofed buildings or outdoors, sort of a big flea market atmosphere next to the Cowtown Rodeo and has been there forever and we used to go there as kids to buy trinkets.  A bunch of the family-reunion gang was going there today for old-times sake, but my sister Nancy and I said No and hung out in other places.  We cruised downtown Millville for awhile, then headed down to Port Norris, on the Delaware Bay, to visit my cousin Beverly and have Dino's cheesesteaks for lunch.  All in all, a good choice.

My nephew Michael and his family are hosting a pool-and-pizza party this afternoon, and we are at this moment waiting for a thunderstorm to end before we go to his house.  Michael reads my blog and told me yesterday that he keeps watching for a blog post about him, so, Michael, here it is!  Michael is the son of my brother Ronnie and father of James (who lives with me and Jerry in Minneapolis) as well as three other great kids who still live at home.  He also has three stepsons and his wife Tiffany, who one of these days deserves a blog post all her own..  and here is what Michael looks like ---  He's a good guy with just a few weird quirks that are, let's face it, part of being in our family...