Paris has the Eiffel Tower. London? Big Ben. When you think of Manhattan, what comes to mind? The New York skyline, of course. It’s familiar to everyone because it’s starred in more ads, movies, and television shows than George Clooney. And it’s always amazing. I’ve lived within 30 miles of the city my whole life and I still crane my neck to catch a glimpse of the city from airplane windows, taking off and landing.
But the ultimate place to appreciate the skyline isn’t from above. It’s best seen from the water. Manhattan is an island, surrounded by the Harlem, East, and Hudson Rivers, and the Atlantic Ocean. If you’re visiting New York, you can’t leave until you get your postcard view. Here are 5 ways under $50 to get up close and personal with the Manhattan skyline. Continue reading →
No room at the inn. That was the answer I received from every hotel I called when I tried to book last-minute weekend rooms at the Jersey Shore. I had tickets for a Steely Dan/Elvis Costello concert at the PNC Bank Arts Center for Saturday night and, with American Pharoah running in the Haskell on Sunday at Monmouth Park, I thought a weekend at the Shore was a good idea.
I wanted to love New York. I mean, I do love it – the state. But the recently updated I Love New York website? It’s lovely to look at and has a tremendous amount of information about places to visit, things to do, and stuff to eat and drink.
Why, then, do I think it’s just meh?
Because It didn’t make it any easier for me to plan a getaway. And that’s what a good tourism site should do. Continue reading →
She grabbed my hand and pumped it like a well handle. “I saw you!” she shrieked. “I saw you walking past my house!” I politely inquired about the location, which happened to be along the route I’d biked earlier in the day. Jill Ferree is a local Tybee artist and the proud mom of one of the owners of the Tybee Island Social Club and its sister restaurant, the Fish Camp. We chatted for a bit about our kids and New York and the island, until the emcee took the mike and started explaining the rules of Blues and Bingo, the bar game that was about to begin. She handed me one of her cards and wished me a good night. To quote Yeats, on Tybee Island, there are no strangers here, only friends you haven’t yet met. Continue reading →