Comment recieved by Deborah Colgan:

My Dad sent me the article from the Inquirer. He has seen that shack for over 70 years. We spent summers in Surf City and Harvey Cedars. Every trip to the beach was marked by the crossing of the causeway (old and new), with each of us cramming to the roof of the car to see the ocean first, then my Dad would tell us, we would be staying in the shack that summer. Many many times we believed him, and we did stay in a home (since torn down) on the beach that was very very similar. It always was a magical summer.