Last week I met my buddy Don for a burger and a beer at The Old Town Bar. Having served its first pint in 1892, The Old Town is New York City's second oldest saloon, right behind Pete's Tavern (which opened its doors in 1864). The Old Town is a classic place, with large wooden booths, detailed carvings in the wall, a crooked staircase to upstairs seating, and the coup de grace of old NYC bars: a huge, five-foot-high tub-like urinal. A trough some would say. Read More
It has been said on a number of occasions upon the passing of a beloved parent, "When I think of my dad I smile. All of the good memories come flooding back and it eases the sadness of his passing."
I am one of the many to have been blessed with this experience during a difficult time. My dad passed away almost sixteen years ago and I still find myself smiling when I think of him. I imagine, and certainly hope, it will be this way for the rest of my life. Despite my dad not being here, it is a truly wonderful gift to have been given. Read More
It was a beautifully clear, crisp sunny day in the center of the Hunterdon County seat. Flemington was shining brightly this fine day. With the famous "Lindbergh" courthouse in the background, a stone's throw away, some hundred and fifty civic-minded residents of Hunterdon gathered in a bucolic park to close out the 300th anniversary of their beloved county. Read More