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Thursday, January 10 2002

South Jersey towns

In 1964 when I arrived in New Jersey to work and live, Collingswood was a very middle class town with a long and wide main street (Haddon Avenue), bordered with green well-watered wide lawns on both sides for most of its length and a clutch of businesses near the center. Five miles as the crow flies from the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Collingswood was a WASP enclave that was really a suburb of Camden, but that larger city was mostly a ghetto in fast decline. Even the YMCA in downtown Camden, which I visited most of the days I spent in Collingswood, was anxious to move out of town. Cherry Hill Mall, one of the first major enclosed shopping malls in the nation, was even closer than downtown Camden, and was the place everyone went to shop at John Wanamaker's, Woolworth's, Gimbels, and a hundred other stores.

Collingswood seemed idyllic in just about every way—a good place to walk to work, as I did, and take longer walks on hot summer evenings up and down Haddon Avenue, which connected Camden with Haddonfield, a town dating to the Revolutionary War. I loved Collingswood, but Cape May was even better. Amost 100 miles south across the southern New Jersey peninsula, it is one of America's oldest resort towns. My employer controlled what was, at the time, Cape May's biggest resort hotel. He invited me to be the company's guest any time I could get away from the newspaper, in exchange for public relations activities, and I quickly made it my routine to spend every weekend there.

Since moving to California in 1968, I haven't returned to Collingswood, but have been to Cape May a number of times. It has been booming as one of the state's most upscale destinations, competing with places like Cape Cod and other better known yuppie retreats. I was married in Collingwood and spent the first six months of married life in Cape May, before striking out to make my own fortune in the faraway fields of Southern California

The third favorite New Jersey place for me was Wildwood, which contrasts with Cape May's refined upscale appeal by being garish, swinging, and more like Fort Lauderdale or whatever has now replaced it as the Spring Break capitol. Wildwood was the nightclub spot of the southern shore, and the Eastern Shore's premiere amusement boardwalk/pier town. It was the major attraction in New Jersey for teenagers and 20-somethings. A hit song of the era by Bobby Rydell, Wildwood Nights, sealed that image in the younger generation's minds. I loved walking the boardwalk among the throngs, and usually made at least one visit to Wildwood on my weekends about 10 miles south in Cape May.

Webmaster Jon Kennedy

Homework instructions

According to the Official Handbook of Proper Parenting, students should not spend more than 90 minutes per night working on their homework assignments. These 90 minutes should be budgeted in the following manner:

15 minutes looking for assignment.

11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment.

23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children.

8 minutes in the bathroom.

10 minutes getting a snack.

7 minutes checking the TV Guide.

6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment.

10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the assignment.

—Sent by Sallie Covolo

Thought for the day

Let there be no drunkenness; for wine is the work of God, drunkenness is the work of the devil.

—St. John Chrysostom, 347-407
Sent by Rdr. Andrew Damick

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