We meet a guy who owns the vintage Corvette that's parked next to a thick steel railing out front, like a modern hitching post. We sidle along a rusty railroad track, lined by telephone poles. Our visit is short. On the outskirts of Atlantic City you'll find the remains of the Murray Motel . As is frequently the case with these relics, it is difficult to discern precisely what's being done to this site.
Butterflies flit through the rooms and between the dangling wires.
Clearly, that song represents a distant time. And if you have any doubt as to who the primary investor in beach front property around here is, doubt no further. The Trump name glows in every corner of this town. Around the edges of A.C., other sorts of predators lay in wait. Jen manages to find a faded beauty though, the Sorrento Motel .