The Heron's Nest is about to make like his fine, feathered friends.

In other words, I'm heading to the beach.

I will faithfully report on my latest beach wanderings next week, including my search for the secret to the "zing" that makes a slice of Grotto Pizza on the boardwalk one of the highlights of every summer.

If by any chance you happen to recognize me in the sand, please say hello. I'll be the guy with the T-shirt and hat on, with a towel likely covering his legs. Doctor's orders, you know.

If you should be so braves as to ask, "Hey, aren't you the editor of the Daily Times?" don't be surprised if you get my standard response:

"That depends on who wants to know."

See you in a week.