For me, this was about the only redeeming quality to the Jersey Shore between Atlantic City and Cape May. Granted, I was having a bad day, and that influenced the level of excitement, but Lucy seemed a pleasant change in the redundant Shore.

I had heard about Lucy and thought it would be a laugh to go and see the “tourist trap” that I thought it would be. However, upon pulling up to Lucy and jumping out of the car, I stood there with my mouth hanging open, bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet, like a child that has to use the restroom. I can’t properly explain the feeling you get when you first see Lucy. She really is quite beautiful.