the rix mix

Something I loved about Atlantic City in the Sixties. In its decline the place was wide open. Maybe it was always wide open.  Everyone knew what it was about, & talked about it. There was none of the secret stuff where everyone pretends they don't know what everyone knows. The lid was totally off the city. It was built on sand & swamp that couldn't properly be called real estate, & the facade was  the true history as well as the myth.   It might have been the most honest city in America. It didn't try to fool anyone.   Then I'd go to these ethnic neighborhoods in North Jersey, Italian & Irish,  people going "Shhh, shhh," I'd think, what is this bullshit?

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