The boardwalk was the end of the line.
You didn’t have to tell people. They just knew.
It was eerie standing at one end knowing that in the distance was the last stop.
It was a place you would often come upon by mistake, it might just pop up. Or it may call you up some months in advance, let you know an appointment had been made and to be ready.
Its saving grace was the small reception area, a red covered airy room. There you met your guide, a friendly godlike person. They greeted you, took your hand and….