Roman Goes to Manhattan, Day Two

April 19, 2007

Since the hotel was a Hampton Inn, we got breakfast Friday morning before we set out. This was not as new and nice as the Williamsburg HI, but it was good. Roman has decided that any accommodations with “Inn” in the name is a guarantee of comfort and quality. He thinks that “hotel” is something like the one where we stayed at the Myrtle Beach Chamber of Commerce retreat—ten or 15 stories tall, and more formal. I said it’s not quite so cut-and-dried, but that in general, he’s probably correct.

The weather outside looked grey and rain-swept, but the weather channel was calling for the rain to stop and the chance of sun. Later the rain did stop, but the cold wind never let up- that was the worst problem in New York. I’ve been coughing and having hoarseness issues since the snow in DC—but I tried without much success to nip it this week, so it’s probably less of a cold and more of an allergic reaction to the seasonal pollen. The more it rained and the farther north we went, the better I felt for a while, so that’s probably it.Penn Station

Elizabeth used to commute into the city from New Jersey and Connecticut, so she set the example on the train this morning. We bought tickets at a machine in Linden, but it turned out to be easy to buy tickets the old fashioned way- from the conductor on the train. And the whole commute turned out to be painless. Linden is just two stops from the Newark Airport, which is just 4 stops from Penn Station. It took only about half an hour to get into the city. All three of these trips, hard as it has been to get from home to the destination, have reminded me in the best possible ways of the value of public transportation. The buses in Williamsburg, the Metro in DC, the trains and subways in New York all functioned perfectly to transport large numbers of people into and out of core areas which aren’t much bigger than Asheboro/ Franklinville. Commuting was not only more convenient than driving, it was generally the most stress-free part of each trip.At Penn Station

Walking was the down side, only because I see how little I’ve practiced it the last few years. But for people living in the city, walking is the healthy aspect of urban life. Roman commented that there were very few fat people in Washington or New York, except for obvious tourists. He was right- we see more big people at dinner in a steak house than we saw in a whole day in NYC. Walking must keep people exercised. And we started hoofing it right off the train in Penn Station, getting up to the corner of 33rd and 7th Ave. and finding ourselves in the middle of school bus loads of kids arriving to see the circus in Madison Square Garden. We walked east to start at the Empire State Building, but the line was already around the building- we’ll check back later. So, north on Broadway to Times Square. Roman Enters the City We used the walk to get Roman used to the surroundings: the traffic, the noise, the crowds, not to mention the tall buildings. We continued walking all the way north to Central Park (taking a look at Carnegie Hall on the way). Roman wanted immediately to see the Plaza Hotel, since Home Alone II was his entire inspiration as “a child” (what- last year?) to visit America. We held that off, though– inspecting the buggy rides, buying pretzels and hot dogs from a vendor Pretzel Stand in the park at the carosel, enjoying the sun peaking through the clouds. Poet's WalkWe walked up Poet’s WalkBobby Burns toward Bethesda Fountain, Bethesda Fountainbought peanuts, and discovered that someone had rented the Fountain PlazaWedding Reception? for what appeared to be a wedding reception. A First Class, High Quality wedding reception. A guess enough money can rent anything in Central Park!

We trended toward the Loeb Boathouse (where Greg and Lori and Eric and I had lunch when we were in the city after 9/11), and ran into our first Mime. Mime #1I explained to Roman the concept of Miming for Money; we probably saw a dozen more Mime #2before the trip was over. Leaving the Park at Fifth Avenue, just north of the Frick Museum (I haven’t been there since college- and they’ve recently renovated- but this isn’t really a museum trip), Roman noticed that there were more cabs than cars in New York. Yellow Cabs Rule the StreetsYep, we’re not in North Carolina anymore. From there we walked south to the Plaza, so Roman could take Home Alone pictures (the hotel is being renovated— The Plaza Hotelthey’ll keep some rooms as a hotel, but more than half the floors are being turned into high-dollar condos—the Penthouse was sold to a Russian Oligarch (says the Times) for $52 million!

Walking down Fifth Avenue, we had to make a ladies’ pit stop, so what better place than Bergdorff-Goodman? The toilets are in the basement, behind the perfume counter- VERY expensive perfume, too. Elizabeth stopped to talk to the girls walking around in the expensive designer clothes—living mannequins. Elizabeth says she used to have the same job in a department store in Scotland. (I think haute couture dresses must look considerably different on the average rich lady than they do on the skinny 20-somethings who model them).

Walking on: we finally see St. Patrick’s Cathedral, St. Patrick's Cathedralso I know Rockefeller Center is not far away. We veer east at 50th and find 30 Rock and the ice skating rink, Prometheus at the Skating Rinkwith one hefty woman in purple swooping around center ice, bowing to the crowd and applauding herself like she is Peggy Fleming or Michele Kwan. We see the Today studio (all quiet at 1PM) and the street where the onlookers gather each morning. Radio CityAcross the street from there we choose the Channel 4 Irish Bar for lunch (Channel 4 being the local NBC affiliate). The food was good there- Roman decided he liked Shepherd’s Pie, since it’s covered with mashed potatoes. I had Chicken Pie, and Elizabeth had salmon with wasabi mayo- yum! They make their own ice cream there, too.

The east to Park Avenue and down to Grand Central Station for coffee. GCS has been beautifully renovated- the stars in the ceiling really shine, and the food court downstairs is extremely impressive. The line for the women’s WC, though, was ridiculous. Leaving there, walking east on 42nd Street past the Chrysler Building, Chrysler Buildingall the way to the United Nations. United Nations PlazaA line and lots of security to get inside (sad- Jac and I went there 40 years ago- was it with a church tour? – and there was no security to speak of. That’s where we bought Dad a carved European chess set.) We spent some time looking for the Russian flag, and finally found it so Roman could have a photo op. Roman Finds the Russian FlagThen we walked west on 42 to the Public Library, Mac Goes to the Libraryso I could show Roman the reading room- newly renovated and beautiful, but so strange without card catalogs- only computers now.

Then down Fifth Avenue to the ESB, only to find the line even worse than before. A passing lady showed us why—33rd Street was closed, 33rd St. ESBand the tours were temporarily stopped, because someone had jumped out of the building, committing suicide! The spots they were cleaning up with chemicals on the street didn’t look big enough for a whole body- and the next day, I read why on the internet. The jumper was a 30-something lawyer, who jumped out of his office on CSI New York at the ESBthe 69th floor. He mostly landed on a setback on the 30th floor, but a leg and miscellaneous pieces fell all the way to the street.

Elizabeth and Max needed to get on the road for Connecticut, so we hiked back to Penn Station Arrivals Departuresand made the 6:30 train back to Linden. They got on the road, Roman got on my laptop to write his blog, and I took shower! Later we had dinner at a nearby Mexican restaurant, and I showed him what Sangria is. Then to bed, exhausted, as is becoming our custom.

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