Monthly Archives: June 2018

And So It Comes To A Whimpering End

The last full day of our whirlwind excursion to the East Coast dawns clear and bright. Our plan is to walk across the Charles River and see MIT and Harvard. It’s a healthy walk, but we’re up for it and eventually we do it, but Terry was pretty exhausted by the end of the afternoon. Not too many – okay no real experiences, so let’s just go with some more photos of what we saw today for now.

The Charles River and Boston downtown skyline

A bit different from Manhattan

I know this is out of focus – which is maybe a good thing.

William Barton Rogers building – he was the founder of MIT. Very impressive columns.

Unless Terry has a fetish I am unaware of, she rubs John Harvard’s foot for luck.

This is the Widener Library and the grounds in front of it. Apparently when Mrs. Widener donated the funds to build it, she stipulated that the building itself could never be changed. As a result, as the collection grew, the ground under all those trees is where the library stacks were built. We know this because as we are walking along an older gentleman asks if we know what is under the ground. (Do we really look that touristy?) We say no and he says “Books”. We figure he means that books have just been dumped there until he gives us the explanation.

The Memorial Church. According to our new friend, every building at Harvard has a steeple.

Terry goes to Langdell Hall – better know as Harvard Law School.

There were a lot of homeless people in both Boston and New York. Generally they were pretty passive. Not always though. As we are wandering back we come across two middle age meth head women. Unlike every other homeless person we passed, for some reason I gave the first 50 cents. The second, who was about 20 feet past her says to Terry “Give me $1.00” Terry just keeps going and I say I gave it to your friend. She goes, what is best described as ape sh&t screaming expletives as we continue our walk., for what was likely 30 seconds. Just goes to show you that no good deed goes unpunished.

We also saw a lot of this.

These were someone’s belongings all neatly tidied up and just left while they are somewhere else. I suppose they are perfectly safe since who else would want them. At one of these “homes” Terry left the left over pasta she took away from Panza. We’re pretty sure he would have enjoyed it. Other people were doing the same in different places.

Where’s Terry?

Sunday was our last meal and our pal from the bar had recommended that we go to the Union Oyster House. It has been a continual running restaurant since 1826 with only 3 families owning it in that time. The food was pretty good and the place not particularly touristy. Stephanie was quite the server. She thought that all Canadians love hockey and felt badly that the Bruins had beat the Canucks – but hey they lost out in round 2 this year. Apparently that was supposed to make me feel better.

Remember last night and the cannoli? We saw a family of about 6 walking up the street and the little one was being carried so that…

And now we come to Monday. We flew from Boston back to Newark to catch our flight home. We get in to Newark just after 1:00 and our Air Canada flight is leaving at 6:20. Lots of time. We go to Tony Roma’s for (hopefully) a good meal so that we don’t have to buy and eat what they call food on the plane. The best one can say is that Roma’s is marginally better that the plane food. By the time we get to the waiting room, it’s almost 3 and boarding is at 5:35 so it won’t be too bad. I realize that there is no duty free inside security, so I go back out and pick up some scotch. Coming back I have only my wallet, boarding pass and passport – the whiskey will be delivered to the plane. This frustrates the customs guy so much that he feels the need to open my wallet and look through it. He doesn’t seem amused when I say that there isn’t anything in it just $5.00 Canadian, but he let’s me in anyway.

I’m thinking the Newark Airport needs an update.

It’s 90 degrees outside and the “air conditioning system” in the airport is working sporadically at best. The plane we will be taking is the one coming in from Vancouver and lands on time at 4:15. Starting at 4:30 the agent starts calling out about 15 names of people who must come forward to show their passports or they won’t be allowed to board. So much for the concept of getting a mobile boarding pass, since until a real live person actually sees your passport you are screwed. This announcement continues and continues and continues. How annoying. At about 5:00 we decide to to get in line to board. At 5:30 the line is much longer. At 6:00 the line is really long and we have been told that the cleaning crew is “grooming” the plane for us. The sign says our flight is “On time”. At 6:30 (still “On Time”) we are told that we will start boarding and that only those in ZONE 1 (we are in 2 and there are 5 zones) will be allowed to board first. He tells us this about 5 times in a very loud voice. We finally get on board and loading is complete about 6:55. Being on the plane I don’t know if the sign says we are “On Time”. The captain comes on and says we will be moving away from the gate in 10-15 minutes, which is accurate. However, we then sit there and sit there and sit there. We aren’t allowed to get up. “Sit down!”

Oh, did I mention the Air Canada flight crew? I think they were at the top of the seniority list. I also think they were at the top of the “Most sullen, Pissed off with having to work and I am not required to smile list.”  Since we were among the first to board, there were only about three people in the back section of the plane where our seats were. One of these flight attendants (50+ year old male) is standing there and I comment (seriously, I was just making a little joke) “Your going to have to start work soon.” “I am working” Okay, we have Mr. Happy. We have flown many air miles with Air Canada but there is no doubt this was the worst crew ever.

We finally get to take off – at 7:50, an hour and a half after scheduled time. It is another hour – we have now being on the plane for just over 2 1/4 hours – before they bring around any water. Then they start serving their delicious meals from their bistro. “We do not take cash. Don’t you have a credit card?” Terry asks for mac and cheese. “No, all out” Her cheese and grapes were a 6/10. There was also a couple with a young baby – I’m thinking 9 months, who basically screamed or cried for the entire time.

Thank God we are home!

A (Mostly Pictorial) Walk in History

We leave New York via train and four hours later we’re in Boston. First stop is at Clover Restaurant since we are quite famished! I order a meatball sandwich and the server says something about infused something or other. A little light goes off in my head – “This is a vegetarian restaurant, isn’t it?” “Yes, but not vegan.” Aahh, like that makes a big difference to me! I muddle my way through while Terry thoroughly enjoys her spicy lentil soup and falafel sandwich. Certainly half that sandwich name fits…

We find our way to the hotel and rest up (train travel is tiring, you know) and then it is off for the 20 minute walk to the “Gawden” for Paul Simon and our first walk in history.

We had a nice chat with the people beside us – they were Democrats. Feel free to imagine what we chatted about. The two couples in front of us never moved a muscle – maybe they weren’t. Anyway, it was a great concert. Some of the middle songs (#9, 14, 15, 16) were a little surreal and slow, but once “Diamonds” kicked off, the place was rocking.

I liked this photo – very arty I thought.

This photo brought up some sad memories – the Bruins were my late brother’s favourite team growing up and to a much, much lesser degree, 2011. (far right yellow banner)

After the concert we hit two bars – party animals you know.
Bar #1

Bar #2

In the second we chatted with a fellow who was Canadian on his mother’s side and had relatives who died at the Battle of the Plains of Abraham. He was a wealth of knowledge and gave us lots of ideas on how to spend the weekend.

The Merchant Pub has a row of 36 taps – all different beers and ciders.

Saturday, morning we were up bright and early (10:30) and off to explore the 17 stops on Boston’s Freedom Trail plus our drinking friend’s ideas. To be honest, we only saw about 10 of the official spots over the two days but most of what he had said.

Does this look familiar to anyone?

We saw a lot of cool buildings….



and Acorn Street – the most photographed street in Boston.

We visited the Granary Burial Ground where Paul Revere is buried…

As is John Hancock…

and J. Emerson in a “plain spoken” way.

Finally there’s James Otis. He wrote to his sister “I hope when God takes me out into eternity, that it will be by a flash of lightening.” James got his wish, being struck and killed by lightening during a thunder storm.

We walked along the Esplanade where the Boston Pops performs the 1812 Overture complete with cannons every year on July 4. The “bust” of Arthur Fiedler, longtime conductor is very cool. (This photo is totally in focus.)

We walked across Boston Common site where you can ride a silly little boat and see a statue of Washington.

We walked across Boston to see the statue of Paul Revere just outside the North Church and it’s famed steeple. “One if by land, two if by sea” and then up to Copps Hill Burial Ground. Buried there is Robert Newman, the lesser known patriot who hung the lanterns on that fateful night.

Daniel Malcolm was convicted of smuggling wine into Boston. British soldiers used his (and his wife’s) headstone for target practice and you can still clearly see the bullet marks.

We were definitely wearing down. After a slog back to the hotel through the market – $1.00 for a container of strawberries and $1.00 for a container of blueberries

and past these street performers, (look carefully for green pants in photo 2)

(There are actually four guys all bent over there)

– it was off to the North End and Panza – a Bostonian icon for dinner.

Remember our view at Becco in New York? At least this time we were inside the building.

After a fabulous meal and despite Terry’s half-hearted objections, it was time for another Italian treat – cannoli from Modern Bakery, one of the two best places to get them.

I can’t imagine that Mike’s were any better – these were out of this world. My new goal is to learn how to make them. (Got any tips Gary?)

After all was said and done, we saw lots of history, lots of Boston, lots of people and covered 24,665 steps or 14.9 km.


Man Plans, and God Laughs

Last day in New York. We’ve had a great three days and today’s plan is Bowie in Brooklyn and then the United Nations Headquarters, giving up on the Empire State Building. You know what they say about plans – see title.

Everything starts well – I figure how to get us out to the Brooklyn Museum by subway. Looks very simple on the map. Get off at Grand Army Plaza stop, walk 10 minutes from the stop and voila! Subway blasts right through that station, then Eastern Parkway, then Franklin and finally stops at Nostrand – a 45 minute walk. Good plan #1 gone wrong.

Finally get to the Bowie retrospective. We’re told we can go in at 12:30 and line up along with a lot of other people. The problem is many fold. No photos allowed, the first room is quite small, there are many small exhibits, lots of people from the groups before ours are still there, the room is packed and I’m getting claustrophobic almost immediately. Good plan #2 gone wrong. I tell Terry I’ll meet her at the end and start making my way through. I like Bowie, but looking at diaries he kept when he was a teenager or sketches he did in his twenties just don’t interest me. It was interesting to see some of his costumes though. The technology was also interesting. You are given a headset and as you approach a display it automatically kicks over from the previous one and tells the story.

There were a number of other really interesting exhibits at the Brooklyn Museum as well. One was “The Dinner Party” by Judith Chicago. If these photos are of interest to you I encourage to take a look at the link and if you get to New York please go.

Then came a HUGE mistake. I checked with Google maps and it was only a 1 hour 40 minute, 11km walk back to the UN building and we had lots of time so off we went, and went and went. After about 2 hours and 7km in 85 degree heat we were exhausted and luckily a cab pulled up to drop someone off and we jumped in. Good plan #3 gone wrong. By the time the cab gets to the UN, it is closed and all the flags are down. Sigh. Good plan #4 gone wrong.

Across the street, however was this gentleman.

He had some kind of chant going on and was talking to the drivers as they went through the light.

We trudged the last 10 long blocks to the hotel to collapse and then shower and go to our last dinner in New York City. One think we noticed was how the garbage is done – at least in midtown Manhattan. Each night all along the sidewalk are large green garbage bags or clear recycling bags – maybe up to 15 or 20 in a stretch. Then the trucks come through at night and pick the stuff up. Apparently, though, it isn’t just garbage they will pick up.

We had a great last dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant.

The woman below (and her older male companion) were on the verge of becoming part of our secondary blog, but then we got into a great conversation, with her companion apologizing for their president. They were both really nice. On the other side was a family of three from Dublin who were also shaking their heads at American politics.

Tomorrow it is off to Boston and Paul Simon and what will turn out to be 54,504 steps or 32 Kms of walking our feet off in 2 days and an evening.


And now we come to the big day – the reason we are in New York. For those of you who don’t know, check the title again.

We’ve decided that today will be the David Bowie retrospective and the top of the Empire State Building, but first check out the half price tickets for a play. On the way we see a line up outside Come From Away, the play about Gander and 9/11 so we join it – turns out it’s for last minute tickets for the Wednesday matinee. Ah ha. We’re flexible so we change our plans and join it for 45 minutes before being told there are no more tickets. We get to the half price booth and see a young woman with a clipboard about what shows are playing.

The “official” half price place has a massive line up.

The line up goes up and back to the red “tkts” sign four times and then jams itself into a smaller winding area. According to the woman it is likely 2-3 hours. Not happening. Instead she takes us across the street to her company’s office where there is no one. They are a third party seller who have face value or marked up tickets available depending on the play. After discussion we decide on the afternoon matinee of “A Bronx Tale” a musical written by and starring Chaz Palminteri who has been in a lot of films and tv shows. Bowie and the Empire State Building can wait until tomorrow.

The theme was a standard one – think Westside Story but Italians versus Blacks instead but the voices of the cast were amazing. Well worth it both in time and money – no where near the $600 – $1200 for Hamilton or $300 plus for Come From Away – if you could get one.

To kill some time before the show we walked down to view Grand Central Terminal- the most visited tourist attraction in New York (although how they could figure that out is beyond me) and then Macy’s, the world’s largest department store (which I had thought was GUM in Moscow…)


Along the way, we walked the Library Way. There were quite a few plaques quoting famed authors leading up to the New York Public Library. Perhaps some Republicans should take the same walk.

Two observations:

1. That Descartes recognizes that previous centuries to the 17th had “best men” worthy of conversation and

2. The one woman is all by herself. Not a reader?

New York Public Library

The view from the ladies’ fitting room at Macy’s

Then the play

After a rest back at the hotel, it was off to dinner at Becco. They had a neon sign “Becco welcomes Bruce to Broadway”. I’m thinking Bruce frequents Becco’s. It was incredibly busy – we had not made a reservation but they managed to find a table for us.

Our view

It was a really fun spot to have dinner. Over the hour and a half there must have been 150 people going in or out and we had a chance to chat with some New Yorkers.😀

The first great thing was they had a list of maybe 50 wines – all at $31.00. The next was the house special at $24.95 – a three pasta combination with your choice of antipasto (roasted vegetables, octopus salad and fish in tomato sauce) or Caesar salad. We had one of each and shared them.

Then they bring three pans of different kinds of pasta – spaghetti with basil and red sauce, gnocchi with bacon and cauliflower and semolina cakes in cream sauce. You can take as much as you want and have more if you wish. There was NO chance when they came around the second time we’d have more, but it was fantastic.

The pans of pasta are quite large.

Then it was off to Bruce.

For those of you who don’t know the story, in January we “won” a lottery to buy tickets to see him in New York. It was an amazing concert, just him, his guitars and a piano.* He has been doing 5 concerts a week since September in a theatre that has only 975 seats. He tells his story and sings songs which kind of match what he’s talking about. Most of what he talks about is directly from his recent book. What was really interesting was his confession was that most of what he writes about – working 9-5 etc. he has never done and yet his songs were all so successful. He didn’t know how to drive but wrote Born to Run etc. Now my confession. Everything I read said no cell phones or cameras. Then, just before the performance they announce that when the house lights come up people can take photos with their cell phones. None of mine turned out so I stole this off the internet. I know I know but what the heck. This photo is the best I got with my old iPhone – at least it shows how close we were – 4th row. You’d think he could stop moving!

The Setlist – the Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out came with quite a tribute to Clarence Clemons – from him and the audience.

He has received a bit of a bad time because every show is exactly the same – right down to the jokes and there is a TelePrompTer, but after all, if you go to any Broadway show everything is exactly the same – and generally speaking, that’s why you go. *Patti comes on and does two songs and then leaves – no speaking. There’s no encore and then when you leave there are a couple of hundred people waiting at the stage door for a glimpse. I’m not sure if he’ll ever tour again. He sleeps in his own bed every night and we figure the average price is about $500 (times 975 seats = $487500/night) and he is now committed to the end of the year which will be a 16 month run or $34,125,000.00. Now I know he will have some expenses but still…

So there you have our Wednesday in New York – and not an obnoxious person to be found all day!

Tomorrow – Bowie and we are worn out!

“It’s the Buildings, St@$^d”**

(** Thanks to Bill Clinton)

First of all, does anyone else out there get booked into rooms for the physically challenged as often as we do?

No jacuzzi tub for weary walkers. And while we are on subject of washrooms, the Solomon D. Guggenheim Museum apparently doesn’t want you lingering in their’s.

Anyway, on to Day 2. We took the Uptown Hop On Hop Off bus and toured around Central Park seeing the Dakota, where Lennon was murdered, the famed Apollo Theatre, Harlem, the magnificent Cathedral of St. John the Divine and, sadly, Trump Tower. What was heartening though was that of the 32 people on the upper deck of the bus, only one took a picture.

The first two give some small idea of how large this Cathedral is from one end to the other.

Pensive reflection

This cool sculpture was just tucked away in a corner.

No gargoyles, just whimsical figures.

Now the disappointing part of this visit. On the bus the guide said that the church had the only accessible rooftop view of New York available to the public. Now we have seen an awful lot of cathedrals and churches and would have likely given this one a pass until he said that so off we jumped. After kibbutzing with the volunteer ticket seller and buying our tickets ($8.00 each) I said we were looking forward to the climb. “Oh, that tour isn’t available today.” She was then no longer interested in friendly banter since that might mean we would ask for our money back. To be fair, her fellow volunteer did seem to be uncomfortable and apologized to Terry when we finally left.

The thing I have found most amazing are the buildings of New York. They are traditionally old and incredibly modern and often side by side, or one towering over another. And now some of those buildings.

So happy to see the “stoops”

A mosque founded by Malcolm X before he turned away from Islam.

The Dakota

The Solomon D. Guggenheim Museum
The Guggenheim Museum was amazing.

The exhibition was of Alberto Giacometti, a Swiss sculptor, who I am sure you have heard of as much as I had. Nevertheless, his work was quite incredible, if named rather obscurely.

Spoon Woman

The Leg

The Head

The Forest


And, of course, Woman With Her Head Cut Off

Then it was off to MoMA via a stroll through Central Park…

and the Apple on Fifth


Henri Rousseau

Henri Matisse

Rene Magritte

Jackson Pollack

Bodys Isek Kingelez

“Kingelez’s vibrant, ambitious sculptures are created from an incredible range of everyday materials and found objects—colored paper, commercial packaging, plastic, soda cans, and bottle caps—all meticulously repurposed and arranged.”

Piet Mondrian – I love this. I had no idea when I took it that this woman was peering in. It was total serendipity.

Vincent Van Gogh

This is The Olive Tree. It is the pair to another we all know too well.

A work in progress

The Original (completed…lol)

Tuesday evening was a night tour – more interesting architecture (and lights).

The Obnoxious Blog

Terry tells me it might not be advisable to be snapping photos of shoes, so I’m going to do obnoxious people for awhile. Of course, this might be slightly more dangerous but there you go.

We are in a restaurant at 9:10 pm and the only other people are staff and these four – a young couple and his parents. The young woman keeps saying “I probably won’t be in the wedding.” “It’s not likely I’ll be in the wedding” “‘I probably won’t be in the wedding ” Can you say “I’m desperate to be in the wedding“?

Then she goes on to talk about her really good friend (young man) who is going to become her new roommate. “He is really really annoying but he is my annoying friend.” “I know he’s annoying, but I can handle him” “He’s really annoying and his girlfriend is more annoying and I’ll just handle him.” Can you say “He’s almost certainly saying the same thing to his in-laws”?

Now you may very well ask how I know this. Good question. It is because, despite the almost empty restaurant, she was so loud Terry and I had difficulty making conversation. Unbelievable!

New York, New York

I have made a new reservation. I am never drinking the night before I get on a plane at 8:45 am again. It just makes the flight just too damn long.

Anyway, here we are after another joyous Air Canada flight* -delayed out of Vancouver by an hour thus arriving in Newark an hour late. AC may be the only airline unable to make up time in the air. The drive into NYC took twice as long as normal because:

1. On Sunday was the Puerto Rican Day parade thus 1,000,000 people came into the city and all sorts of streets were closed to traffic and

2. The Tony awards were that night as well, closing more streets in Manhattan. Our driver -“We New Yorkers don’t like award shows. They mess up traffic.”

After arriving at the Yotel Hotel and checking in electronically- no front desk, we dump our bags and head off in search of some edible food. (See sarcastic * above).

The view south from our 15th story perch. That’s the Hudson River and right where where Captain Sullenberger “landed” his Airbus 320 a number of years ago.

Our hotel is at 10th Avenue and 42nd Street, just 7 blocks from Times Square. It was a madhouse, and as far s I know there was nothing special going on there. At one point I thought “This is the only time I’m coming up here – just too many damn people.” That may change but still…

We found a lovely little Italian restaurant just off Broadway where we ate and Terry drank. Then it was more walking, finding the theatre where we will see Springsteen, seeing the Brill Building where Carol King and many others got their start, looking at all the other tourists looking at the lights and locating where the ball comes down. It was a lot to do when one isn’t feeling 100%, let me tell you.

Monday dawned a little cloudy and after an interesting breakfast – ever ordered an mushroom omelet with home fries and got an omelet, home fries, cold mushrooms on the side AND two sunny side up eggs?–we boarded a Hop On Hop Off tour which headed from midtown to downtown, basically along Broadway and 5th Avenue. (Those street names just roll off the tongue now.) The fascinating thing was the traffic – it is just as bad as one sees on tv/movies. Everything moves dead slow with generally no problems – just a fair amount of honking. What is interesting is that when the lights change, traffic stops immediately, pedestrians walk and no one tries to force their way through. Very civilized.

We passed an Irish pub, Empire State Building, the Flatiron building and billions more fascinating buildings before getting off at the tip of Manhattan at Battery Park.

Then we started to walk. First it was up to the Memorial which was quite an emotional site and there were a few tears shed even though we aren’t Americans. It was impossible to get it in one photo.

This is a Callery Pear tree and is called the Survivor tree. The firefighters found it damaged but still alive in all the rubble. They took it out to a nursery where it was brought back to health and ready to be planted on the tenth anniversary. However, the night before, a big storm came through and knocked it over once more. It took another two years, but it is now back at the Memorial (no longer referred to as ground zero).

This is the Oculus Shopping mall right next door – an amazing place.

All around the area, which still has parts under construction are these huge fences with murals on them.

The coolest one was this one though, particularly with the Oculus above it. Terry was wishing she’d had worn a black and white top.

Included in our hop on hop off was a tour of Hudson River and a trip around the Statue of Liberty.

Then it was off to find lunch which we had in a really nice little gyro/falafel place. You know – one that wasn’t anything special, just good food, eclectic art, and a take out counter.

And then you look at the menu.

Rib-eye $40.00? Spicy frankfurter $31.00? Lamb chops $40.00? Take another look at the room/kitchen behind Terry. OMG

After nourishing ourselves it was time to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, around Brooklyn, along the Brooklyn Promenade, back across the bridge and then 3.5 more miles back to our hotel.
The bike lane proponents in Vancouver would be so thrilled. Two equally wide lanes for both pedestrians and bike riders.
Unfortunately there are way more people than riders. Look beyond the goofy guy. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the same amount of space. The bikers were impatient–“This is a bike lane, assholes!”–if you happened to try to pass a slow walker when one of them flew past. One biker had a whistle in his mouth and just kept blowing. In the first 250-300 yards, vendors were set up in the pedestrian lane, cutting in half the room available. it was just plain stupid. I’d love to know how many accidents there are annually.

Downtown Manhattan from the bridge

Downtown Manhattan from Brooklyn. “On the Waterfront” was filmed right here – before it was developed into this leafy park.

I just liked this place.

By the time we got back to the hotel we had walked over ten miles and were quite tired.

Tomorrow is Uptown. See you then.