Last post, I promised not to whine. At least, if I do, I will bring some cheese along. Okay, bad joke. But, I have to write about the urban decay of that dead town of Newark. I chose a hotel close to the Airport and Newark Penn Station hoping that commute would be easier. While that was the case, the location was so desolate and dead, that the urban decay couldn’t be more pronounced. There was nothing – NOTHING – around the hotel. Again and again, I felt bad that all the rooms in the hotel near Journal Square were sold out.
And nothing comes in New York/New Jersey for free! The hotel charged for a ride to Newark Penn Station, which I thought was wrong. Gone are the days of gas at 69 cents a gallon.
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