Huntington Hartford and Andy Warhol. Photo courtesy of Vanity Fair.
A couple of weeks ago, one Sunday evening, I was driving back to my home in New York City from Hunter Mountain in upstate New York. Most of my drive home was spent on the New York State Thruway, the major vehicular artery connecting the city to the state capital, Albany, and then on to Montréal via a continuation called the Northway.
As I approached the New Jersey border (please see my post WHAT’S IN A BORDER) driving southbound, I passed by Schunemunk Mountain on my right and then a succession of some small hills and valleys. I also drove under a pedestrian overpass where I used to play a silly game with my children; the object of the game was to cross directly over the path of an oncoming car and get ‘run over’ (except, of course, you are on the overpass above). Small children love this game – the direct opposite of “don’t play in traffic” – as well as parents with the mind of a small child.
Before crossing the border, I passed through a small dreary rural town called Hillburn. After crossing, the sprawl of suburbanization was immediately palpable.
The last 20 miles took me through the northwest corner of New Jersey. One of my favorite stops is a well-stocked A&P Supermarket in Allendale. Not only does it feature a great selection of grocery items at low prices, but also has an unexpectedly good selection of wines. Like 10 year old Pauillacs, perfect for drinking, which cannot be found in Manhattan (at least not 10 year old ones – damn wine bitches teefed all the good stuff).
To my surprise, I pulled up to see that the familiar A&P moniker that used to grace the façade above the front doors had been replaced by the new name ACME. A&P, a retail business since 1859, alas, was now defunct.
It reminded me of a strange business investment solicitation my Dad received in the early 1980s. In this case, I was not the wingman, but the paddleman. Let me explain.