New Jersey: Armpit or Garden State?
Mary Murphy
August 30, 2012
I was quite surprised to be told that New Jersey is referred to as the armpit of America. From where I was standing, sitting, walking,
I was quite surprised to be told that New Jersey is referred to as the armpit of America. From where I was standing, sitting, walking,
Ever since I saw Andy Warhol’s rendition of a tin of Campbell’s soup in the San Francisco MoMA, modern art has confounded me. For the
New York: a city of bright lights and brighter people. A city where everything and anything goes. After my minor altercation with the camera people,
I must be the only person in the world who has not seen footage of 9/11. I was living in Alaska at the time and
The view across the Hudson River is spectacular, especially at night. The Empire State looms large and the new World Trade Center towers pink over
I’ve a strange fascination with statues. I’ve been known to talk to them and always listen to what they have to say. That’s probably more
Palm Springs has been inhabited for more than 2000 years. An oasis in the desert, the city itself was incorporated in 1938. It’s a place
Palm Springs, California. Flat land surrounded by the San-Bernardino and the San Jacinto mountains that seem to rise up out of the ground. It’s hot.
Cemeteries and prisons. Two things that I’m strangely fascinated with. And as prisons go, Alcatraz is one of the most iconic. Standing on this side
Prime rib. Baked potato. Fried calamari. Elk. Little Debbie’s swiss rolls. Biscuits and sausage gravy. My American food wish list. Short. Specific. And very much
