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before atlantic city was a casino town, it was a stage. built on salt marshes and sand, the city began as a seaside escape for philadelphia’s sick and overworked. by the 1880s, the boardwalk had turned into something stranger, part sanatorium and part circus. people came to breathe clean air, but they stayed for the spectacle. there were diving horses, fortune tellers, glass-blowers, and human curiosities who made a living by being looked at. atlantic city has always rewarded

Atlantic City’s own Pete Able returns with My Celebration, a sharper, hook-heavy follow-up to his debut self-help. Recorded mostly with Valentino Torres of 42 Records and a few tracks produced by EDM veteran Chris Gicky, the mixtape blends slick production with Pete’s evolving style—catchier, smoother, and more soulful. Featuring an unreleased cut and a surprise guest appearance, My Celebration marks a turning point in Pete’s sound and ambition. Catch him live at Ventnor Coff

before the vice, there was virtue. before the sin, there were sermons. before the glitter and the gambling, atlantic city was a recovery site. a miracle wrapped in sand. in the 1850s the railroad finally reached the island, and trains started bringing people from philadelphia who wanted to breathe clean air again. doctors called the shore a “natural sanatorium.” they said the salt could mend lungs, lift moods, and purify the blood. the victorians believed every cough was a mo

free meals, local food banks, and community support for anyone losing benefits this month.

how atlantic city’s pioneering airfield became a silent landmark, and why its next chapter shouldn’t belong to developers.

South Jersey blues-rock trio Twisted Livin’ makes their Atlantic City debut at Anchor Rock Club on Friday, November 7. Known for their gritty mix of blues, rock, and soul, the band shares the stage with the Billy Walton Band. Tickets are $17.76 at anchorrockclub.com

in the spring of 1929, atlantic city was a playground with a liquor problem. prohibition didn’t stand a chance here. the hotels buzzed, the boardwalk shimmered, and nucky johnson sat on his velvet throne. when al capone came to town, the story goes that every major mob boss in america followed. but like most atlantic city legends, the truth is slipperier than it sounds.