Boro 5K in Washington, NJ

Washington, NJ
Washington, NJ

Yesterday, I ran a 5K in my hometown of Washington, NJ. It was the second annual “Boro 5K,” something of which I am proud, seeing as my hometown is considered a “backward” town by many. For many years, there hasn’t been much going for the town. There aren’t many good jobs. To a large extent it’s a bedroom community to many who crawl along in traffic each morning for several miles on Route 31 and then sit in more traffic for several more miles on I-78, who then slog their way through traffic again in the opposite direction back to their bedrooms each morning. They don’t spend much of their money in Washington either. Other than a few grocery stores, most other shopping is done 10 miles in various directions away from Washington in Clinton, Hackettstown, and Phillipsburg. But I consider it my hometown and I was happy to run there on a perfect October day.

Speedy
Speedy

My ten year-old grandson ran with me. It was his first race. He was wanting to run one for a few years since I’ve been doing them. Since he’s been using his recess time to see how many laps he can do these days – as opposed to swinging the swings to see how high he can get, or throwing a football with other boys and risking the lives of the frail children nearby, or purely heckling girls as I was known to do at that age, I figured it was time to let him take a crack at a race and see how he likes it.

Ultra Speedy
Ultra Speedy

He did an awesome job! I pushed him a little at points to keep him going, used psychological tricks to distract his mind from what his legs were feeling (“Hey, doesn’t that cloud look like an eagle? Makes you feel like your flying, doesn’t it?”), and kept promising that we were almost to the water station.

Water time. Finally.
Water time. Finally.

When we got near the end of the course, I said, “When we go around this corner, we only have a few blocks to go. So let’s pour it on and give it all we got!” Going down that stretch we got faster and faster. A block and a half away from the finish line I taunted, “Think you can beat me?” My running mate the proved to all the world (meaning my little hometown upon which the entire world was focused at that second) that 10 is way faster than 50! I still came in under 28 minutes. That’s acceptable at this point. But next time… That kid is going down!

This Place is Double Jointed

Big Nick's - 70 W. 71st St., New York, NY
Big Nick’s – 70 W. 71st St., New York, NY

This past Friday night, while on our way to see Steely Dan at the Beacon Theater and needing a bite to eat before the show, we happened upon Big Nick’s Burger and Pizza Joint on 71st Street. What a good find! Both of their specialties were special for sure. We were completely satisfied with both the pizza and burgers. Very tasty!

Big Nick's has character.
Big Nick’s has character.

The place was small with character. Our waiter was a character, stereotypically New York in speech and gestures. We loved him. Even the bathroom was New York: down a steep flight of dirty steps with beer kegs at the bottom, narrow, filthy, with a hand dryer that wasn’t worth a crap, and a door covered with graffiti.

Old Kank
Old Kank

We were glad we found your joint, Nick. Thanks for taking care of our hunger before we went to see The Dan (where we smelled the scent of joints of a different kind). We’ll stop by again when we’re in your neighborhood!