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ON THE TOWN
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Hold it there, Prayboy! Before you start
packing your Prayboy ties and Prayboy cufflinks into your Prayboy
suitcases and book your reservations for Ocho Rios or Cuernavaca with
the rest of the
plebian jet-set, take heed of the discourse which follows. Being a true
Prayboy, you are undoubtedly in full agreement with our philosophy that
the proper
location for your manumistic jaunt from urbane living should be
likewise away
from your fellow bons vivants.
It was the native heath with its mysteriously quaint essence of the uncivilized that drew us to St. Tropez, to the ferry rides on the Bosporous, and to Phoenix City, Alabama. These aberrations have now lost their appeal. They will accept nearly any credit card in their money-grubbing societies. We often wonder what changes sweet unspoiled people into modern man in so short a time. But take heart my fellow novilleros, for no longer must you fight the chigoes or the crowds in the Bahamas. After an exhaustive search we have found the new Elysian fields for the sincere Prayboy. On our way to the posh Prayboy hutch on 134th Street in N.Y.C., we attempted to bypass the moderate-to-heavy traffic on the Major Deegan and found ourselves at the gates of an old military school. Shaken but undaunted we paused to reflect upon what fates were at work and found ourselves in a delightfully unspoiled and ungrowing haven called Highland Falls, New York. Immediately upon return to our palatial Prayboy mansion-office-dormitory complex, an exploratory team was dispatched. The following chronology should entice the more courageous Prayboy to this captivating concavity on the Hudson. |
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![]() 3:30 PM A short pause along the one crystal clear mountain stream winding past virgin shores through the center of the village brings a ro- mantic touch to the heart of the staunchest urbanite. ![]() 8:00 PM As the sun bids a knowing and welcome farewell, our sophisti couple wanders past a cluster of en- chanting restaurants and quaint eateries. |
Friday 2:30 PM Our bon vivant leaves the gates of his palatial habitat for an early start on his Highland junket. Sportingly attired in the impeccable combination of grey-on-grey, he quietly dashes off to meet his com- panion for the weekend. ![]() 5:30 PM True to his Prayboy code, our tourist and his captivating pray- mate start the evening at the theatre. Although the show begins at a rather early hour, the 20 seat ca- pacity of the theater does offer much in the way of atmosphere. Likewise, an early departure releases more time for other activities. ![]() |