It used to be kind of a rule: Whenever you reviewed Park Avenue, you needed to talk about the seedy-looking motel across the street. And all the other motor lodges, trailer parks and liquor stores, bristling with metal bars, that you passed on your way to the restaurant. Then you were required to sum it up by asserting the incongruity of its existence among all this blight. Above all, you had to use the word “Stanton” in your punch line—maybe even only the word “Stanton.” The exclamation... More >>>