Late one June we checked into the Ronjo motel and heard the glass shattering at the least expensive motel in town. We drove the Toyota Corolla the 40 miles for our night away in Montauk, at THE END of Long Island, New York. My parents willingly watched our charming 2 year old son so we could have a romantic night together. After closing the door to our first room alone, in a long time, we heard the screaming followed by glass breaking. We looked out the sliding door to a crazy pre-college scene. Prom had been the night before in a nearby town. Many teens had been in the pool area when one boy crashed into a door. He was taken to the hospital and the door soon repaired. We all settled into our rooms and continued our experience. Montauk is always an experience to be remembered.
I have visited Montauk, NY regularly for over 21 years since that night and I love it. As much as the place wants to avoid the establishment, it is taking over, not always in a bad way. The locals are adamant about keeping it the same and that is cool too.
The town has no traffic lights.
I was recently told, at Liar’s Saloon, that if you have left town for even 5 days, like to have a baby, you are no longer a local. That is very important.