June 22, 1971, New York City. The Borscht Belt still exists and people are still trekking up to the Catskills for entertainment, relaxation, sports (in theory), and quality time, with the kids or away from them. July 4th is coming up; it's hot; everyone wants to get the hell out of town. The New York Post heeds the call, posting a double-sided two-page advertising spread, simply titled "Resorts—New York State."

December 19, 2004. I'm in my grandmother's apartment up in the North Bronx. She passed away in November and we're going through the last round of figuring out what to get rid of, what to donate to Goodwill, what to "inherit." She doesn't have much of any great value left at the place (most likely thanks to years of sticky-fingered home care attendants who'd taken advantage of her lack of mobility, poor eyesight, and Alzheimer's disease). But I do find a few old newspaper pages lining a drawer in the second bedroom. They've probably been there since my grandparents moved in, back when Co-op City first opened to tenants in the early '70s.

I scanned some of the best ads from that Post pullout:

1. Fallsview: you deserve the very best this summer!
2. Happiness is Homowack! Irv and Florence Blickstein's HOMOWACK
3. have your children ever been enchanted by the Pied Piper?
4. WALL-TO-WALL INFORMALITY
5. The Waldemere: Rated X For Excitement