Like the Pretenders song goes from 1983 (but not in Ohio),I went back to Atlantic City,but My City Was Gone. Very strange to go to a place that was once full of vitality,sleaze,gambling,and overall debauchery.And find it in such a sad state these days. Like concrete dinosaurs,the shells of former hot casinos and hotels stand vacant adjacent to the Atlantic City boardwalk. The north end of the boardwalk that was home to Showboat,Trump Taj Majal,and Revel now sports a morgue like essence. A few curiosity seekers will stroll by. A few desperate seagulls will fly by looking for a quick snack.The atmosphere is still and spooky. Walk a bit south on the boardwalk and you will see the site of the now closed Trump Plaza and Claridge casino hotels.The boardwalk itself not as spooky due to the abundance of t shirt and palm reading shops.And rub and tug tables along the wooden path.Still sketchy as fuck with rickshaw jockeys and panhandlers. Nirvana to Krude. Hell to most others.