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the following is a transcription of an atlantic city newspaper report from march 18, 1901, detailing the st. patrick’s day cases that passed through the city’s police court. men celebrating a little too enthusiastically and a judge who seems p amused by the whole affair. erin go bragh baby the spelling and wording have been preserved as closely as possible to the original. CASES IN THE POLICE COURT Two Victims Only Wanted to “Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.” MANY RYE PARTIES Johnson, of...

march 26 at anchor rock club forever plaid is a four-man harmony group that never got their shot. pals sparky, smudge, jinx, and francis spent years in an eastern pennsylvania basement rehearsing tight harmonies, clean choreography, tuxes pressed and ready for a tv era that had, for the most part, already moved on. the kind of act that would’ve killed on ed sullivan, if only. they never made it to their gig. on the way to pick up those tuxes, things went very wrong. somehow, they're getting...

every year, the atlantic city st. paddy's day parade turns the boardwalk into a strange and wonderful collage of bagpipes, green beer, families, and a large number of people who clearly started drinking around 8am. i grew up going to the paddy's day parade with a family who took it really seriously. i'm also half irish (dún na nGall abú!) so i feel pretty confident in my recommendations here. me in '08ish decked to the 9s if you’re heading down this year, here are a few places worth knowing...

in this piece i get into a stretch of atlantic city history when morality meant getting arrested for exposing a knee and the governor threatening to send troops into town over a sunday drink. a novelist named louise rosine got hauled off the virginia avenue beach in 1909 for rolling her stockings below the knee. around the same time officials were policing bathing suits, banning bare chests, and deciding who was dressed respectable enough to go in the ocean. meanwhile the governor was calling...

i went through every single "ac" "atlantic city" "boardwalk" "taj mahal" etc mentions in the epstein files so you don't have to.... mostly boring logistics that literally made my brain wanna melt. duplicates, travel schedules, promo emails, fbi desk briefs, and general business sludge. a lot more logistics than scandal. this first pass is just laying out who shows up and what’s actually documented. nightmares the main name that keeps resurfacing is nicholas ribis, longtime casino executive...

if you grew up anywhere in the orbit of atlantic city, you’ve probably had at least one conversation about morals. maybe about whether you give a shit if the homeless guy you handed change to spends it on booze. maybe about whether women should show their knees on the beach. prohibition. the casinos. every mayor we’ve ever had. the crda. trump. epstein. paris. nicole. everybody’s got a theory and a moral high ground. but guess what baby. this is atlantic city and we’re level 0 my guy. so in...

if you could build a bridge straight out from atlantic city and just keep going until you hit land, there’s a pretty good chance you’d end up somewhere near one of my bucket list spots: nazaré. in this piece we walk the streets of nazaré, looking at what feels familiar and what doesn’t. where you might sit and smoke a cigarette. how a place built around giant waves compares to one built around giant bets. over there you gamble with big wave surfing, over here you gamble with big wave...

gambling has been around longer than rules..... longer than morality... and the alphabet. whether you’ve ever rolled dice or not, you’ve for sure gambled before. everyone has. ancient myth even credits one man, palamedes, with inventing both letters of the alphabet and dice, which means the same figure tied to language and reason also gets blamed for chance. the story gets stranger from there. the article below, pulled from a 1967 issue of monsieur, goes into how dice moved from divine tools...

a guide to valentines day in atlatnic city

it’s hard to compare modern immigration to someone’s great-grandfather showing up in 1910 because the actual rules are completely different. people treat the ellis island era like it’s the end all be all, but it just isn’t. it was one moment. and short one. the system we have currently isn’t some ancient, permanent structure. it’s not what granpappy patricks experience. it’s recent, and it was built with very specific goals in mind. for some extremely simplified and brief historical context: ...

lizzie magie filed her patent in 1904. she called it the landlord’s game . it wasn’t meant to be fun, exactly. it was meant to show something. land ownership concentrates wealth. rent rewards people who produce nothing. once monopolies form, outcomes stop being accidental. the instructions said all of this plainly. people ignored the lesson and kept the game. over the next few decades, the board drifted hand to hand. homemade versions. penciled-in street names. no official map. atlantic city...

atlantic city has never been a city that exists quietly. it has always been a place people pass through, linger in, leave, return to, and talk about later. a city built for visitors, but kept alive by the people who stay. a place where attention concentrates instead of disperses. that matters.... most advertising today disappears the moment it appears. it scrolls by. it refreshes. it competes with a thousand other things asking for the same second of attention. atlantic city works...

i SO was disappointed to read the philadelphia inquirer piece on atlantic city. not because the reporting was factually wrong, but because it leaned so heavily into a familiar crisis framing that this city has worn for decades. the headline tells you what to think before you’re allowed to look around. trial. fire. fear. repeat. the article stacks the mayor’s trial, new york casinos, and the peanut world fire into a single narrative and calls it a diagnosis. uncertainty is treated like a...

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nov 27 – dec 1 your guide to a guaranteed good time this holiday weekend. if u roll into thanksgiving hungover, that’s on you, not me. thanksgiving week in atlantic city hits different. the air gets sharp. the lights hit the boardwalk at a strange angle. the locals creep out of hiding and start doing their annual “i love my family but i’m going out anyway” routine. if youre in town, here’s where you should be before the turkey coma hits. wednesday: thanksgiving eve - november 26th angeloni’s...

atlantic city has spent a century being misunderstood. the postcards and punchlines tell one story, but the streets tell another. walk the 48 blocks slowly and you start to see the real version. not the myth. not the warning. the living thing beneath it all. long before hotels or the rolling chairs, long before the first boardwalk plank, the Lenape came to this barrier island for the summer season. they followed the tides, the fishing grounds, and the natural clock of the land, but they also...

yes, it was real. it wasn’t a metaphor or a marketing gimmick. from the 1920s through the 1970s, atlantic city had a horse that climbed a platform and jumped fifty feet into a tank of water while tourists cheered from the steel pier. sometimes a woman rode it. sometimes she didn’t. people called it entertainment. people also called it insane. like most things in this town, truth depends on who you ask. some say the horses loved it. some say it was cruel .some say it was a job. some say it was...