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Page 4-Saturday, April 15, 1978-The Michigan Daily Travel Supplement

The Michigan Daily Travel Supplement-

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Disco: The
monster that ate
New York City

By Sue Warner
I HATE DISCOS. So why in the
world I ever decided to pack up
and head for New York City over spring
break I'll never know. I must have
somehow forgotten that New York,
New York is the disco capital of the
world, the city where the hustling never
stops.
A high school pal had been living in
Manhattan for about two years, and I
figured I could get off cheaply by
staying with her. That was amy first
mistake. Linda; my old crony from
"Linda, my old crony
from cheerleading days,
had acquired an expensive
habit. Yes, poor Linda
was suffering from ter-

By Jay Levin
IF YOU LIVE in another part of the
country and go home for school
vacations, you have two speedy op-
tions: You can fly or you can drive. If
you live in another part of the country,
go home for school vacations and live
on a budget, you have one speedy op-
tion: You can drive.
The following hints and slices of ex-
perience will hopefully make that trip a
little nicer.
Consider my trip back to New York
last Thanksgiving. We were seven
living creatures in my Ford Granada -
three men, three women and Bootsy, a
small, furry dog of uncertain pedigree.
Three in the front, three in the back and
Bootsy wherever she wanted to sit.
Travelling like a tirnof smoked sprats is
notihe way to negotiate the 650 miles of
highway between Ann Arbor and New
York, especially when you're
negotiating in a scaled-down Ford.
Paralysis of the legs and aching butts
are a problem - especially for those in
the back seat. And try squeezing the
luggage of six people into a trunk that
the Mafia wouldn't find fit for stashing.
If you must take along five riders in
an effort to pare the cost of the trip,
make sure you're taking a van or, at the
smallest, a Lincoln Continental. If you
have a Ford Granada or a similarly-
sized passenger car, four's the limit.
THAT THANKSGIVING trip was a
nightmare from the start. I
missed a turn-off on U.S. 23 and wound

up in Toledo proper - a very improper
place to wind up. Twenty minutes lost. I
finally made it to Interstate 80 - the
highway which connects the rest of the
country with New York City - but no
sooner had I become comfortable in the
cramped front seat when I was flagged
down for zipping along at 72 in the left
lane.
If you must speed, don't do it in Ohio.
"Can I see your driver's license and
registration?" asked the young, moon-
faced trooper with the close-cropped
hair.
"Ah, yes, here it is, officer."
"Where are you going, Mr. Levin?"
"New York."
"Where are you coming from, Mr.
Levin?"
"Ann Arbor, Michigan."
"What is your occupation, Mr.
Levin?"
(SCHMUCK! WHADDYA think my
occupation is? Six young people,
backpacks and a dog in my car, its
bumpers plastered with Go Blue and
Wuck Foody stickers.)
"I'm a lawyer for a large, multi-
national corporation.",
I didn't say that.
I did say:
"I'm a student at the University of
Michigan."
"Mr. Levin, I clocked you going 72
miles an hour, which is 17 miles an hour
over the speed limit. If you have a Visa
card, an American Express card or an
AAA card in your name, I can process
the ticket right here and you can be on
your way in a jiffy. If you haven't those
cards, you'll have to follow me, pull
your car off the road and come with me
to the Windham County Courthouse and

post the cash for your violation. Thirty-
six dollars.
"What if I don't have enough
money?"
"Well, then, you'll be cooling your
heels in the Windham County jail 'til
your friends can somehow get you the
money."
"Boy, that would really screw up my
Thanksgiving."
"Not really, Mr. Levin. I understand
they put on a real good turkey dinner

station in. the boondocks of Eastern
Pennsylvania. Worried that I'd run out
of gas, I made it back to the highway
and a couple of minutes later found one
of those glorious truck stops which
never close. Whew! About 15 minutes
lost.
The trip went nicely until we were
about to drop off. Lois and her room-
mate in Milburn, New Jersey, a leafy
suburb not far from Elizabeth. It was
about 2:30 in the morning and Lois,

colored lights; bumping grinding
bodies clad in blinding gold metallic
jumpsuits, the blaring sounds of
whining Bee Gees.
By day, my four-day stay in Gotham
was that of your typical tourist-the
U.N., Rockefeller Center, Top of the
World Trade Center, the subway and, of
course, Bloomingdale's. The first three
nights I vehemently refused to go dan-
cing, but my last night I could no longer
stave off my hostess' pleas, so I agreed
to go to. one of her favorite swanky
discos. After all, the woman had been
kind enough to put me up in one of the
world's most expensive cities, and to
flatly refuse her disco yearnings would
have been rude. Besides, I believe she
was going through withdrawal. I must
admit that the possibility of seeing
Truman Capote and Jackie O. kick it
out on the dance floor was more than I
could resist.
P LANS FOR Friday night's ex-
cursion were quickly hammered
out. The first order of business was
finding an appropriate escort. According
to Linda, our escort(s) must be visually
effective, i.e. weird-looking, so we
would appear suave enough to be
allowed into the selective clubs. This
was *a concept new to me. At the bars
back home it was the management's
goal to get in as many partons as
possible. In New York, the object is to
screen out all but the "creme de la
creme," which gives the establishment
an elite, upper-crust reputation and
consequently, desirability. A club's
eliteness is directly proportional to the
amount of cover charge a club owner
can get away with. (Logic not
See DISCO, Page 15

BY DAY, New Yorkers like these at the W
routine business. But by night, they may succ

"If you must take along five riders in
an effort to pare the cost of the trip, make

minal Saturday
Fever."

Night

sure you're
smallest, a1

taking
Lincoln

a van

or, at the

Continental.

If you

cheerleading days, had acquired an ex-
pensive habit. Yes, poor Linda was suf-
fering from terminal Saturday Night
Fever.
Linda is the typical dancer struggling
to make it in the Big Apple. She lives in
a slick studio apartment on the West
Side which is paid for by unemployment
compensation and subsidies from her
parents. Weekdays are strictly dan-
cing, singing and acting classes. But
come the weekend, it's pulsating

have a Ford Granada or a similarly-sized

passenger car, four's

the limit.''

"1
Elkins * Sun flights
Travel Charter * Laker
London * Frankfurt * Zurich
Athens " Rome " and More

on Thanksgiving day in the Windham
County jail."
WOULDN'T YOU know it, but I
didn't have any charge cards
and my AAA card was issued in my
Dad's name. Deputy Dog wouldn't ac-
cent it, nor would he accept my check,
so I hopped a ride with him to the cour-
thouse, which is in the same building as
the Windham County jail. I paid the fine
with assistance from my passengers.
One hour lost.
If you must get a ticket in Windham
County, Ohio, have an American Ex-
press card handy. Don't be caught
without it.
I was happy to be on my way after the
ticket and cautiously proceeded to the
Belmont Ave. exit in Youngstown (a
great place, by the way, to eat and get
gas). The tank full, we joyously crossed
over to Pennsylvania and began the
long (305 miles) journey across one
helluva large state. It was about 8:30
p.m. when we left Ohio. (We had depar-
ted Ann Arbor at 2) We were behind
schedule.
Towards eastern Pennsylvania we
began to run low on gas. Very low. I
knew that, because the gas gauge was
on 'E.' It was after 1 a.m., so I went off
the road.
IF YOU MUST get- gas on I-80 early
in the morning, don't get off the
road. We drove for several miles on a
fog-shrouded ribbon of asphalt before
realizing that we would not find a gas

whose parents had moved to Milburn a
month earlier, had a revelation: She
wasn't exactly sure where the town
was. She had directions so we followed
them. And Followed them. And
followed them. Over the river and
through Jersey to Lois' house we go!
And we made it. But I figure we lost 20
minutes.
The worst was yet to come. Lois'
mother, who was up when we arrived,
gave us explicit directions to Manhat-
tan, my next destination. It's a cinch,
she said. Just get on the Jersey Tur-
npike and you're there in no time.
What we did, instead, was get on the
Jersey turnpike, get off at the wrong
exit and end up in Elizabeth, New Jer-
sey, at 3 a.m.
EVEN IF WE WERE in Elizabeth in
broad daylight, we'd want to get
the hell out. The city's the armpit of the
Earth.
Thirty minutes lost.
We finally found the right way to
Manhattan and drove happily through
the Holland Tunnel. On familiar
ground, I had no trouble dropping
Susan and Bootsy on 62nd and George
on 73rd. Over the 59th Bridge into
Queens. Jim goes to Bayside. And I
chugged into the driveway of my house
at 4:40 a.m. Tuesday, some 14 and a
half hours after starting the trip. I was .
36 dollars poorer and 650 miles wearier.
I slept until Wednesday.
Does American Airliyaes have no-frill
bargain rates to'IkYWbr = ' ~''"

(Continued from Page 7)
which can show you how they manufac-
ture and package more than 57
varieties by now. There is the Incline,
which ascends the "mountain" across
from the city and affords a splendid
daytime view.
F OR A REAL CHANGE from Angell
Hall you might check out the Uni-
versity of Pittsburgh's Cathedral of
Learning, the tallest school structure in
the world. On the ground floor you'll
find the nationality rooms, actual
working class rooms designed after
other countries' schools in different
eras.J
Of course the tallest building in Pit-
tsburgh is U.S. Steel's triangular
edifice, whose outline can be seen from
almost anywhere in the city. With little
competition from surrounding struc-
tures, it has the uncanny appearance of
falling over when viewed from below
because the clouds move so clearly
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be found at these tourist favorites for
long. The city holds too many other at-
tractions.
You can spend hours wandering
among one of the best collections of
dinosaurs in the world at the carnegie
Museum. Another building has recently
been added to the Carnegie library-
museum complex: the Scaife Art
Gallery, home of fine modern works.
Buhl Planetarium is always packed for
its science exhibits, star shows and a
miniature railroad which must have
more working track than the Penn Cen-
tral.
Amateur theatre flourishes in the city
and surrounding area. Beautiful Heinz
Hall, with its red satin and chandeliers,
host the Civic Light Opera, whose
professional productions are fine
musicals with at least one "name" and
a good cast. Downtown's Warner
Theater is one of the last of the city's
elegant movie houses, with balconies
and woodwork galore. It demonstrates
that the right combination of theater
c a, mnd y still leave the
adinc eitaletd' . s A .

Pittsburgh today: It's
no longer 'the Pitts'

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