It’s not often that I get a case of nostalgia while working on a story. But that happened recently when I wrote about Hudson, N.Y. for The New York Times.
Hudson is a town from my youth. My family used to vacation at the nearby Lake Taghkanic State Park and we’d regularly venture into Hudson for penny candy, Stewart’s ice cream and other quaint country experiences we couldn’t get back home on Long Island.
At that time (during the ’80s) Hudson was run down. A few high-end antique shops kept Warren Street viable for tourists but the town had obviously seen better days. The townhouses and storefronts dated back to Hudson’s prime as an 18th-century whaling town. Subsequent years of neglect and poverty left many of them untouched and ripe for renovation.
That haggard town from my youth is now a very different place. After an absence of more than 10 years, I returned to discover Warren Street crammed with antique stores, art galleries, restaurants and more. I wrote about the arts scene for New York magazine and when I went to do some further research I discovered a burgeoning music scene, which became fodder for the New York Times piece.