He was fifteen when he had his first real kiss. His sweet grandmother lived in a lovely seaside village in the Cape, very close to the beach. So, for most of his summers, he was packed off to Bobba. Earlier, it used to be his brothers and him, but now they had grown and Grandma’s village was no longer cool. They now spent their summers hanging out with the older kids at a more upscale, “cool” seaside spot on the other side of the Cape, where the water freezes your kishkas within minutes.