So I'm down in LBI...

Just minding my own business... I had just walked from 93rd street up to the Dunkin Donuts, got my coffee, checked out Ron Jon's... So I'm walking back - there's a ton of traffic - people trying to get off of the island. The traffic is bumper to bumper... Suddenly, I hear my name, "Eric?" I look up and scan for who is calling me. The voice speaks again Hey Eric - It's Cam..." So there is our long lost and modest leader driving his cage on his way to go for a run on the beach...

Small world.

He was at the last breakfast.

Small world, and even smaller island! I can spot a tourist a mile away, pretty sure it was the black socks and sandles....

Hey, I was trying to fit in!

Sandals? I would have taken Eric for a black oxford kinda guy...