When last I wrote, we were heading off to Atlantic City. it was a kick driving there because we kept passing places and streets that appear in Monopoly: Ventnor (which is actually a town, not a street), North Carolina Avenue, Pennsylvania Avenue, and of course, the Boardwalk. The boardwalk in Atlantic City has a very colorful past, including its steel pier, diving horses, wrestling midgets, and boxing cats. These days it’s home to many casinos, including the one we stayed in: Caesar’s (we were shooting for the Trump Plaza, but it was full – belying the notion that the place is in financial trouble). But before we hit the boardwalk, we had to eat, so we went to one of Chuck’s favorite places in all the world, White House Subs (he was having quite a day, as we had lunch at his other all time favorite place: the Corner Stable in Cockeysville, MD – no snickering, that’s really the name of the place – where they serve, in his not so humble opinion, the world’s best baby back ribs. So he was already in a state of stomach bliss by the time we got to New Jersey. Nothing’s too good for our boy.) They make what I have to admit are truly fabulous submarine sandwiches there, and the place has been frequented by pretty much every famous person who ever passed through Atlantic City – and they have the autographed photos on the walls to prove it! It reminded me a lot of the old SNL skitinvolving the restaurant that only served “Pepsi – no Coke!” They serve what they serve, and that’s that. So anyway, once we ate we headed out to see the sights. Wow! What a place! It’s no Las Vegas, having a seedier quality to it, especially at night. It didn’t feel altogether safe to walk around there, and I certainly wouldn’t have been out there alone. I found myself imagining it as it was 70 years ago, and sorry I missed the diving horse and the boxing cats and the wrestling midgets.