No dogs allowed on the boardwalk, so we took Mordecai over to Union Square, played some fetch, got some jam at the market and dropped the pup before getting out on the road.
The traffic on the Jersey side of the Holland Tunnel was a nightmare, but we eventually found our way south to Asbury Park to witness the scene of Springsteen’s Glory Days.
The Stone Pony wasn’t open, but a band was loading in, so we got inside for a peek, then went for a walk on the boardwalk and had some lunch at the Asbury Grill. After lunch, I walked through the arcade with the song 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy) running through my head. I’m a sucker for a coming-of-age tale. Then we got back in the car and headed for Atlantic City.
I recognized various street names from Monopoly, and found some parking on Pacific Ave. near the Madison House Hotel. We took our shoes off and walked across the beach, dipping our toes in the Atlantic. You could feel the sand disappearing beneath your feet as each wave receded. Gill liked that.
Took a walk up and down the boardwalk, peeking in every storefront for a glimpse of Nucky Thompson. Must’ve been out of town, maybe Philly or Chicago, ’cause we hadn’t seen him in New York, either.
Not much is left from the past, but enough to get a sense of how things might have been in Nucky’s time. There are lots of new hotels/casinos, but that’s not what we were there for.
Knowing Mordecai was back home missing us (and crossing his legs), we picked up some Fralinger salt water taffee and chocolate fudge from James’, then headed back up the Garden State Parkway for NYC.
Took Mordecai for a walk around the block and called it an early night.