From the thunder of National Guard rifle practice squads to the applause
of FDR's presidential campaign kickoff, Sea Girt sparkles with a dynamic
history that belies its mystique as a quiet seaside resort. In the place
that was once called the Summer Capital of New Jersey, a governor's
parade could send a parachutist through the window and a beachside
stroll could lead to an encounter with Woodrow Wilson or Frank Hague.
Joe Bilby's thorough chronicle of this square mile of history is as
joyous as a Jersey farmer plunging into the surf on Salt Water Day.