A Penny For My Thoughts

Dead Bank

By Paul Wein

One of the reasons I chose Red Bank as a place to live is because the town has a Soho vibe to me. Nice shops line the streets, people are young and “hip” – and the bars are always packed with happy people…

…but last week, on my way to an Economic Summit with Julie – the place was a ghost town.

I know the economy being in the wonderful shape it is has hit everyone in the wallet, but I could not believe how dead the town was. Each and every store Julie and I passed was empty – except for the store’s employee looking out the window praying for a few customers. One bar I go to called Ashes, which usually is filled with guys in suits having a cold one while fiddling with their blackberries – was completely empty except for Julie and I. Ever since I have been going there, I have never seen even one instance where that place was not jumping – but I guess no one can afford to have an upscale dinner during these hard times.

Truth be told, I have scaled back as well during this economic crisis. Instead of taking Julie to Ashes twice a month for dinner – we now enjoy a box of pasta and a jar of sauce that was on sale for 99 cents each. Also, rather then spend $6 on one beer at a bar – I now buy a 12-pack for $5.99 and enjoy cold ones from home. Julie and I still go out, but it is far less frequent then it used to be.

As we made our way to the Summit, I just kept saying, “Look at that!” to Julie each time we passed another empty store. From bedding to bars to frame shops and restaurants – stores looked like they were closed. One woman we spoke to, who owned a store called New York Trends that was about to go out of business, told me that she lost $100,000 in her failed business venture, and that many stores in the borough are thinking of shutting down.

I was told that many years ago, Red Bank was nicknamed, “Dead Bank” – because the streets were lined with vacant stores. If this economy keeps going downhill – I fear that the old nickname may resurface once again.

“Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows and vacant stores.
Seems like there ain’t nobody wants to come down here no more.
They’re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks.
Foreman says these jobs are going boys – and they ain’t coming back.”

Bruce Springsteen – My Hometown