From the thunder of National Guard rifle practice squads to the applause of FDR’s presidential campaign kickoff, Sea Girt sparkles with a dynamic history that belies its mystique as a quiet seaside resort. In the place that was once called the Summer Capital of New Jersey, a governor’s parade could send a parachutist through the window and a beachside stroll could lead to an encounter with Woodrow Wilson or Frank Hague. Joe Bilby’s thorough chronicle of this square mile of history is as joyous as a Jersey farmer plunging into the surf on Salt Water Day.