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movie theater that has a bar? I am so there.

A friend of mine was telling me about the Dunellen Theater in (where else?) Dunellen, NJ. According to him, they play mostly kids movies, but they have a date special – 2 tickets, a large pizza and a pitcher of beer or soda for $25.75. It is a cheap date. He also recommends J&G texas weiners. I don’t know about you, but the idea of being able to eat real food and drink beer while watching a movie sounds full of win to me. I’m unclear why they mostly offer kids movies though. wouldn’t that be the antithesis of what the beer drinking crowd would want to see? Something tells me they should do midnight showings of Rocky Horror…

and that date special sounds like a real bargain too.

The Rocking Horse House


Rudy Bramm is an artist. Ted Sutter does it for fun, and also to be creative. Richie Zorzi decorates his house oddly because…. well because he can. It began when he placed a few bowling balls outside, just one of many things he and his wife have collected during their 35 years living in Kendall Park. Then people began dropping them off at his house. So, he added them in a decorative way. Then he added bowling pins, trophies and all manner of bowling paraphernalia. Then one day, someone felt he went too far. “I was up on my roof doing repairs when this guy comes by and asks if he can buy one of the bowling balls, so I said sure. Next thing I know this neighbor calls the cops saying I’m selling bowling balls! She took me to court, and I can’t prove it, but I think she set me up.” After a long court fight, the town fined him $500 and made him get rid of the bowling balls.

End of story, right? Wrong.

Zorzi soon began decorating his property with rocking horses, a special nod to his wife who enjoyed riding horses as a young girl. One day the judge came by to make sure he was in compliance, and he agreed that Zorzi & his wife were indeed collectors, and not just storing junk. He also admitted that maybe he shouldn’t have fined Zorzi. “What are you gonna do?” said the good natured Zorzi. As long as he doesn’t sell the horses, Zorzi can display as many as he wants.


The Musicians Bridge





The strange kids swimming at RWJ Children Hospital

The façade of RWJ Children’s Hospital is warm and inviting. The hospital specializes in childrens care so it was designed with children in mind. Part of the outside decor is a large fountain, which the main driveway entrance encircles. The fountain features a half dozen mannequin children, playing and splashing in and around the water.

One child is frozen in the middle of undressing, one is halfway out of the pool/fountain, while others frolic near the spigots of water (that run during the summer). What makes this creepy is that during winter there’s no water running, and its rather unnerving to see a child getting undressed when there’s snow on the ground. Furthermore, parts of the children are painted silver, to mimic the effect of being wet, I presume. Unfortunately this gives them a robotic look, as if the T-1000 from the terminator movies gave birth to children who couldn’t fully form human shapes.






The other side of the Kill Yourself Bridge


Up until this point I had never gone night riding (exploring spooky roads at night). I’ve always gone during the day, not because I was afraid but because I often would be visiting other places that would require daylight to see by. I decided to go night riding one Saturday to see if these spooky roads would be any different at night. I drove on Clinton Road, Split Rock Road and finally headed for the Kill Yourself Bridge. Most of the roads were more creepy, but the Kill Yourself Bridge was something else…

I had previously visited Water Works Rd but got stopped half way down by a mound of dirt from construction. This time I approached from the other side. It appears there may have been a gate across the road but it was smashed aside long ago. The road here is much more narrow and much rockier then the other side. There is barely enough room for one car to make it through, and if you encountered trouble you’d have to back up on that road, no simple trick.

While driving down I kept the windows shut, the doors locked and the heater running (it was below zero with the wind chill) I kept the moon roof open and snapped pictures through the roof. Hey it beat keeping the window open, so any crazies would have to jump onto the car and try to come over the top. Otherwise they could just reach through your window and who wants to risk that? I found the bridge with no trouble …


The real scare came after I passed the bridge. I saw lights to the left and I said “more houses!” but it was nothing more then a sign in the woods which reflected the moonlight quite brightly. The biggest scare was yet to come…. I’, driving and all of sudden saw “a mental patient in a hospital gown” down the road. Then I realized it looked a tad too bright in the car headlights and drove closer, and I knew what it was, but I couldn’t get the words out I was fumbling and I thought “skeleton” and of course that made it worse … finally got close enough to see …



…that it was a WWE inflatable doll. Someone clearly has a good sense of humor. I laughed my ass off afterwards. I drove down and encountered the same dirt mound and turned back around.

The Kill Yourself Bridge aka Runyon Bridge


Water Works Rd is a dusty bumpy road with no trespassing signs on it that leads for perhaps a mile until you reach (surprise) some sort of water works and a pair of houses that are quite rundown and eerie looking. Beyond that you reach a railroad bridge that has deteriorated to the point of near collapse. There are many rumors and stories about this road and the Kill Yourself bridge, including being chased by weird characters, KKK, ghosts, etc. There are reports of Indian burial grounds, a pit bull that was standing near a deer it had killed, weird lights that flash in the woods, and so on. There are numerous letters which report that the houses simultaneously seems inhabited and abandoned, and there are never any people around, which is what I experienced.. I did see some homes and there were lights on, and cars in the driveway. It appears they are *not* abandoned. But who’d wanna live on this road? Yeesh



Upon leaving I passed some sort of trucking company (or something) and there was a weird scarecrow looking voodoo doll impaled on a fence pole by the entrance. Very creepy..



The rustbucket








El Dorado Gardens

I was recently sent some photos of the abandoned EL Dorado Gardens. I really don’t know much about this place, so if you do, tell me what it’s about.



Thru geocaching I came across this Hindu temple in Bridgewater.


Pure luck had me stumbling across this second Hindu temple in Galloway Twp. There was small offering plate near the statue in the picture and it had food on it.



Morgan Company Explosion Memorial

On October 4, 1918 at 7:40 AM the TA Gillespie Company suffered an accident that caused explosions lasting for more then 2 days. The accident began when molten TNT was being poured into 155mm shells and a fire broke out, setting off the explosion of several freight train cars. Nearly 31 million lbs of explosives detonated, along with over 200,000 shells in the warehouse. Homes for miles around were destroyed or damaged. Martial law was declared as far away as Perth Amboy.

6,000 people were rendered homeless. Due to exposure, lack of medical supplies, lack of doctors (many of whom were off fighting WWI) and lack of electricity and heat (many families simply spent the night outdoors) the Spanish flu spread quickly among the survivors. 108 people died, and many of them were never identified. The bodies were buried in a mass grave off Ernston Rd in Sayreville. The cemetery here was apparently forgotten and abandoned for many years.


When I visited the cemetery in 2003, years of debris and overgrowth were in the process of being cleared. The mass marker is the largest headstone in the cemetery. Even so, it doesn’t seem to do justice to the event. When you consider the scope of what happened (thousands sick, hundreds homeless, hundreds dead) I imagined something a bit bigger.