After reading about the impending demise of Atlantic City I’m mildly surprised to find myself there. The Boardwalk appears alive and well in spite of officials pronouncing it DOA on the radio.
Not being much of a gambler, ending up in a boardwalk devoted mostly to pumping coinage into slots is a bit of a surprise. Except they’re not coin slots anymore, but plastic debit card swipeys, which seems like a rather impersonal way to be parted from your cash. You don’t even get to hold it that one last time before the dealer carries it away.
So, Atlantic City… the place itself seems lively for a Saturday during the down season, if not overly full. Apparently people are coming out for some spend after a few years of spend-thrift behavior induced by higher credit limits and the impending doom of layoffs.
Maybe it’s not usually like this, but half the place seems to be overtaken by an IT frat. Slightly doofy looking young guys wandering around in an odd, clashing array of semi-formal looking dazzled took me by surprise. That’s something you don’t even see at the trades these days.
Probably just a coincidence.
It’s no New York. There’re a hell of a lot more ways to loose money; and, unless you’re a casino, not a whole lot of ways to make it. It’s an area of all tourists instead of just the obvious ones. Not a bad place to throw a convention, but I think I’ll be sticking to haunts up in Montreal for the perennial vacation.