All of a sudden it’s about 23:15 and you’ve got a couple of different folks bugging you for stuff…
…and you have no time at all to explain the long and bizarre story behind my attitude toward this poor, innocent blender.
We drove back from Milpitas/San Jose to Los Angeles today. We took the 101 down since it’s a much more pleasant and scenic drive than the straight, flat, and boring rampage down on I-5.
What was overwhelmingly obvious no matter where you looked is that the record rains this winter have turned California GREEN. Not “green” as in “spring’s here,” GREEN as in “did we take a wrong turn and end up in Ireland?”
The bad news, of course, is that sooner or later (it will be sooner) all of this verdant new growth will bake and turn brown and be tinder for a record brush fire season. Record brush fire seasons always follow record rainfall seasons, just as the spring follows the winter.
When you see those lights on late… yeah, that’s me. Audit. Taxes. Accounting department.
Close to three years of unemployment will leave a mark – it doesn’t take much to remember and know that the alternative to working late in a decent job can be much worse.
Still doesn’t mean that adulting doesn’t sometimes suck.
In summary: New York City had a life of it’s own in my head. In early August 2016, I visited there for the first time. On the first afternoon we visited Central Park and were there for hours, despite the jet lag. Day One started with a tour of the Intrepid and the Space Shuttle Enterprise, followed by the full two and a half hour cruise around Manhattan – south down the Hudson River into the Upper Harbor, up the East River under the “BMW” bridges, past Midtown and the UN, into the Harlem River, back south into the Hudson River, underneath the George Washington Bridge, past Grant’s Tomb, and finally back into port. To finish Day Two we had a death march to find a cab, went to the Mets game, left early only to miss the best part, and inadvertently stiffed a nice cab driver.
Despite the adventures and late night of the previous day, Day Three of our New York adventure started early. We had to get down to the water again, this time to Battery Park. We had a date with a very important lady.
It was already hot, muggy, and hazy. Hey, New York City in August. What did you expect?
We had seen her for a bit on our tour around Manhattan the previous day, and even from a distance across the water she’s magnificent.
Once you get closer to Liberty Island, seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time was literally breathtaking for me.
Manhattan makes a great backdrop, don’t you think?
The new One World Trade Center tower peeking around from behind her.
Honestly, how do you take a bad photo with this material? But, and this is important and something you should never forget, even if you take a LOT of pictures, take a moment to put down the camera for a minute here and there and look.
You come into port on Liberty Island after moving around to the back of Miss Liberty.
There’s actually a pretty decent cafeteria run by the Park Service just off of the dock. If you haven’t had breakfast yet and want to let the crowd off the boat thin out a bit, take a rest and eat. Then walk around and see what’s peeking up over the trees.
Directly in back is the entrance to the base of the statue and the steps up to the top.
Here’s your #1 tip if you’re going to New York City and want to go up into the Statue of Liberty instead of just walking around the island – make your reservations EARLY. During the summer, just going up into the base to get a better view requires about two weeks advance notice. To get a ticket to climb up to the crown, you need to get one at least three months in advance.
But as we’ll see, that didn’t matter much. Lady Liberty is still spectacular from the ground.