We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Re Grand Central Station: "It's bloody gorgeous." As I was walking around late this afternoon, making my rounds, a Brit couple, rightly perceiving me to be a friendly, approachable, and respectable bloke, asked where where they might find a cab. We were near Grand Central, so I suggested they try the main exit from the station. Usually some cabs there. "Seen the inside of the station?" I asked. Well, this nice, refined older couple followed me in through the side door and down the escalator to check it out. I hope they found a cab or, as Brits are wont to do, found a cozy nook for a drinky. I did recommend the Campbell Apartment for a good cocktail, which many people do not know about.
As a country boy who lived in the city for around 6 years in younger days, I still get a rush of energy and inspiration just by visiting for a day or two. And that is despite the fact that, most places I go, you cannot smoke a ceegar indoors thanks to the sanctimonious jerk Nanny Bloomberg.
More pics from today, below the fold -
Good old Brooks Brothers, five stories of it.
I always claim that the reason to have a Yale degree is so you can have a nice clean place to pee while watching CNBC in midtown.
Grand Central felt like the umbilicus of the world, when I was a kid - and it is far better now than it was then. NYC is still a train and subway city. It evolved and grew that way. Everybody uses them, rich and poor and the vast in- between. I must say, though, that I do enjoy matching wits and skills with the NYC drivers when I happen to drive in for some reason.
Had lunch here with old friends today - can you identify the joint? (crummy photo - I blame the camera)
WOW. That is exactly it. I never comment on sites I enjoy reading but this brought it all back...myhusband had died, and I had won....award? contest? no words are quite right...from State Farm for being a widow courageously going on with my life, and part of the prize was a trip to New York City. I had never flown before, being a small town girl from the midwest, and most recently, Arkansas, and it was an experience I will never forget...the crazy cab ride from the airport to the Drake Hotel, no longer inservice.....walking the streets immediately and feeling the energy throb...my son and I walked the streets every night til all hours, just feeling the energy, it was so unlike anything we had ever known, and just what we needed after...everything. lovely. I have not been back but I will never forget the wonder of those days. Thank youf or reminding me.
I was reminded of Bert and I's story of the Mainer who went down to NYC for two weeks, taking the train to Grand Central Station. It may have been a prize winning that got him to the city. When he got back, neighbors asked him what he had seen of the city.
"There was so much going on at the Depot that I never got into town."
I have cousins that have lived in NYC [SoHo] for nearly 40 years, so I have spent some time there. Just walking the streets is a hoot.
I have tried to add Bert and I links, but the spam catcher is catching them
Loved the pics. I wish you had been able to get in a shot of the constellations across the ceiling. I never remember to do it deliberately, so I'm always a little delightfully suprised when I look up and see them. It's one of the small wonders of the world.
I live in Maine and had the most fun going to Portland (our big city) last week, it was so much fun to be in a different environment, enjoy a chai tea, walk around, spend time with my daughter.
On a more serious note, I have to drive to NYC tomorrow to bring some furniture to my other daughter who just found an apartment on the upper east side. I'm hoping it will be as much fun and as lighthearted as the Portland trip was.