When we crossed the bridge into the city, Tommy, a boy I was seeing, opened his eyes wider. Gripped the steering wheel tighter. He had never seen so many lights, never their reflection in water.
Kate Peterson | Atlantic City
look like they are about to spin upside-down, land on their backs.
After 1878 one road was not enough. Tourists were coming from Philadelphia. They had to put down rails. Tommy and I met in a bar in Old City. He asked how he compared in real life to his internet profile. I told him I thought he would be taller. I told him not to ask girls those kinds of questions. Salt water taffy doesn’t taste like it sounds. The story goes that the little shop flooded after a bad storm, and even though it was soaked they still sold it. And the name— stuck. It snowed at home during the night. In the morning we drove down the expressway and the trees started getting whiter and whiter. I had broken his heart, and he hadn’t seen it coming. During prohibition many people died after drinking gin that had been sitting in tubs for days. They tried to flavor it with berries that fermented in the stagnant pools. The first time I went to AC without my parents I was seventeen. I hosted a party at a hotel right out of town, couldn’t afford to stay within the city limits. We went to a concert, filled the bathtub up with beer cans, almost didn’t wake up. Enoch L. ‘Nucky’ Johnson ran the Atlantic City crime scene for over twenty years. He was arrested in 1941 for tax evasion. He was handcuffed to the Deputy Marshall, who
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