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Went down to Rockefeller Plaza, past the Ed Sullivan Theater. Four of us went up to the 86th Floor in the Empire State Building (the 102nd Floor Observation Deck was closed). With all the little Christmas lights to boot below, it was nice--but extremely windy and cold. We had nice weather at ground level before the cold snap on Tuesday afternoon.
MONDAY--Waited 2 hours to get a group up to go on the subway down to the Staten Island Ferry. Once there, the Art Club Treasurer, the sponsor, his lady friend and I went on that ferry; the rest went on a different ferry in order to go up in the Statue of Liberty.
Had a knish and a BLT (to undo the kosherness) on Staten Island at a
luncheonette on the other side of the borough hall hill. Went back to
Manhattan,
saw Mother Seaton's house outside, then got back on the subway. No-one else wanted to go to the united Nations, so I got off by myself at 47th Street, went
up to 50th and started across.
Went thru St. Patrick's Cathedral
(Catholic). Went thru St. Bartholemew's Cathedral (Episcopalian). Must have missed the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel (I would've entered the lobby, at least), but took the tour of the U.N.
Not much there, or to say about it, eh? I did ask why Palestine wasn't considered a colony of Israel on their big Trust Territory map, because by their own definition.... The Dane tour guide hemmed and hawed, and explained that the Palestinians were a "special case". [I guess that's the magic phrase Hitler should have used in World War II.]
Went back across town to the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), which was showing Jackson Pollack. There was $9.50 to see Splatter Guy and a bunch more (I only passed up the photography.) in 1½ hours. I started with their Impressionists, which I liked; that spoiled the rest of the nominally artistic stuff for me. Always save the best for last.
Went back to the Salisbury to round up a crew for Caroline's Comedy Club--but the group members are all resting. Me, Mr. 35 year old, the oldest on the trip, save the sponsor and his lady friend, and I'm the only one who wants to run myself ragged?
After 2½ hours of waiting, a group got up to use the subway (at night). We headed for Bleecker Street and a mess of blues.
The one girl was 17, so a lot of places were out of reach. (She got her nose pierced while up there earlier that day.) We went into the Terra Blues. Three of us stayed till after midnight; the rest ditched after half of their two drink minimums. (I ordered Cokes.) It was my first time in a night club.
The three of us remaining walked back up 6th Avenue in the misty--
though warm night. Saw--but did not purchase--a group of confirmed hookers at 58th Street after I parted with the other two. (Any group of blondes on a corner in
NYC at 1 am who say "hello" to me are ho-s.)
TUESDAY---Went up through Central Park to the Metropolitan Museum
of Art. My feet hurt badly by this time--three blisters on just one little toe,
for example. We came home later that day. I got home at 10:30 pm.
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I rode the County
Commuter bus to Williamsport, Maryland, arriving at 1:25 pm. I decided to head
southeast on the trail this time, for the first time.
I walked for two hours and fifteen minutes, stopping past Falling Waters at a
mobile home park still found on the trail (which becomes one of the
community's roads). I was thirsty, and I eyed an RC machine, so I walked toward it with anticipation. It was running. I placed my fifty cents in. Nothing. The coin return did nothing either.
So, now I see a Coke machine, but do not have fifty cents for it. I also do not have change for the bus back to Hagerstown now. Needless to say, I do more than fifty cents worth of damage to the RC machine. The next poor sap who is thirsty will get his coins back, because I stuffed a wetwipe into the slot beyond where it could easily be pulled out.
The lesson learned here is never trust a cola machine in a flood plain.
I continued southeast on the towpath to at least halfway between mileposts 93 and 92. I stopped at a small waterfall stepping down the hillside.
I then realized I had blisters, and it was a long two hours and twenty minutes back to Williamsport at milepost 99. Along the way, I kicked a lot of limbs off the path for the bicyclists. I got off the trail early and went thru Williamsport.
I stopped at Byers Market and got a bottled water and a half Italian cold cut sub, which the boy really put a lot of the ingredients into. Nearly finished with my sub, I see the last County Commuter bus of the night whiz by.
I knew it was early, so I calmly wadded up my sandwich remains, stuffed it in my shirt, and threw my other trash away. I then went across the street and around the corner to where the bus sat, as it had to wait to its official departure time.
The lady driver was kind enough to take me three long blocks nearer my house than she had to on this last run of the route for the evening.
Distance traveled: 13 to 15 miles.
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