byLeslie Carbone
I’ve never been so glad to come home from a trip. Travel experts are predicting a sold-out summer of stressful vacations–long lines, high costs, delays and cancellations. And if my recent trip to New York and New Jersey is any indication, the experts are right. I had a great time (more on the sites to…
byLeslie Carbone
The memorabilia ranges from Elvis Presley’s silver Rolls to Michael Jackson’s crystal glove. Ol’ Blue Eyes looks out from the walls. Music pulses from lobby lounges. Guitar shapes are everywhere. My travel companion and I walked under sparkling crystal chandeliers across glossy flooring laden with guitar-pick shapes. We were checking in to Atlantic City’s new Hard Rock…
byLeslie Carbone
Don’t you just love hotels? They’re theatrical and cozy at the same time, a place to escape and a place to feel at home while you escape. This post contains affiliate links. For more information, click here. On our September trip to Atlantic City, my companion and I enjoyed our stops at the new Ocean Resort…
byLeslie Carbone
Two new casino hotels opened in Atlantic City this summer, and my travel companion and I decided it was time to check them out–especially after reading in Casino Player magazine that Ocean Resort Casino and Hard Rock Hotel & Casino were both offering status matches to players with preferred cards from other casinos. We strolled…
byLeslie Carbone
As I spread out our lunch of grilled kielbasa and fresh cheeses, aboard a ferry that was rocking in the rain, Atlantic City was on my mind. In the middle of our mid-winter visit to my friend’s part-time place at Rehoboth Beach, we decided to take a quick side trip. So we drove aboard the…
byLeslie Carbone
When you pretty much live on I-95 between Massachusetts and Virginia, what do you do every year for your birthday but take an East Coast road trip? This year, our first destination was Atlantic City, where Caesars comped us a cozy room with a partial view of the Ocean. From there we headed over to…
byLeslie Carbone
“Kick from inside your foot!” yelled my teammate Nancy, whom I had just met moments ago. Like me, she was middle-aged and medium-sized; unlike me, she was blonde. I was, for the first and perhaps last time in my life, playing foot golf, an up-and-coming precision sport where players propel a ball into a cup nested…