I had a house in Rhinebeck, upstate New York, in the ’80s, before Bard College had its very own Frank Gehry theater, before there was edible food on Main Street and certainly before nearby Hudson was hip and happening. Back then, Hudson, a dilapidated whaling town, was known for two things: crack and prostitutes.
Now, the crack is gone and the only prostitutes left are the Antique Dealers. (That’s a joke, guys; don’t get upset.) Lately, I’ve heard that Hudson can compete with Chelsea as the most fashionable place to browse and buy art, so last weekend I took Amtrak up the river to see for myself.
Boarding the train at Penn Station was a macabre experience as the female voice coldly said on the PA, “There will be no service on Amtrak
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