How can we keep remaking our coast as Global Warming keeps relentlessly coming at us? And how can we ask people who live in the heartlands of the nation, and even on the West coast, to keep paying for New Yorkers and Philadelphians to visit their favorite summer vacation spot?
I tip my hat to Kathleen Marshall, who directed and choreographed the revival of Anything Goes with the intention of adding plenty of snap, crackle, and pop to a show that is nearly 80 years old. The result is quite astounding.
I'm perched on my staircase, which is about 15 feet away from my neighbor's house, pirating (with permission) their Internet. (They rigged electricity from a neighbor who is still on the grid.) Two houses down, a giant oak tree plowed into a couple's front porch.
I was in my mid-to-late 20s, and I was alone, in Manahawkin, N.J., living the southern Ocean County life. And I finally found love. Now, my wife and I are back, writing about it, living and remembering the life we once knew.
Last week, I learned there is no such thing as a vacation from training for the NYC Marathon. Even though I left NY for a week-long family trip down to Long Beach Island, NJ, the running sneakers came with me.