A life exploring the unknown

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New Jersey, too, was exotic to me once. For much of my childhood. The then-working class riviera of Barnegat Light where I spent many happy summers. The dark mysteries of off-season, pre-casino Atlantic City with its vast, empty hotels, novelty shops, boardwalk, saltwater taffy and amusement pier. … The fabled Pine Barrens, where untold horrors waited amidst the discarded gangsters and mythical, griffon-like creatures said to feast on little boys.

… So, to me, much maligned New Jersey was always magic.

Magic, not tragic

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