Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Couldn't resist adding one, last happy snap from New York.
Built in 1846, the Trinity Church's 280-foot tower made it the tallest building in New York, a distinction it retained until 1860. Designed by Richard Upjohn, it is considered a fine example of American Gothic Revival architecture. Richard Morris Hunt crafted the sculpted brass doors, said to have been inspired by Ghiberti's Doors of Paradise at the Baptistry in Florence.
Bao and I are in the graveyard, an oasis of sunshine, quiet and birdsong at the top of Wall Street. And we're surrounded by famous (dead) people: Alexander Hamilton, Robert Fulton, and William Bradford, among others. They seem to be resting in peace, enjoying the tranquility and the flowers, just as we are. Who's William Bradford? He founded New York's first newspaper. But you knew that, didn't you?
Did you also know that New York City was technically the first capital of the United States? George Washington took his oath of office on the steps of Federal Hall, just down the street from here. (It was originally the US Custom House) And that Wall Street was named for the wall that kept the Indians out of Manhattan?
I'll end our New York diary with a comment made by one of the guys on our walking tour. He said, "If I'm ever single again, I'm going to buy a little dog and wheel it around in a stroller. The women love it."
Monday, May 21, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
"Malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to Man".
And although nothing that comes to mind can possibly justify American Airlines' ways to man (or woman, or dog) wine helps.
So here we are at midnight in Dallas Airport (where else?) at The Bodega with a couple of fellow Tucsonians (and sufferers) Bao woke up at the sound of a cellophane packet of potato chips being opened, and posed with Richard (who kindly bought me a glass of New Zealand merlot), Michelle and our Wineologist.
Whatever gets you through the night, right?
And it was a long, long night. We'd paid for a First Class ticket, but of course, there were no seats available. It didn't really matter because the people in First Class didn't get anything to eat, either. I'd say a pretty awful time was had by all.
We finally got home at 2 AM Tucson time, which was 5 AM New York time, which means that I basically stayed up all night. I haven't done that since the Senior Prom, and I am totally wiped out, and poor little Bao isn't far behind.
I'll tell you what. Tucson never looked so good!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Adventures with American Airlines
A thunderstorm in New York caught us with our flaps down, so to speak. I've already missed my connecting flight from Dallas to Tucson. In fact, we almost didn't even make this flight.
First, the bus driver who took our group from the hotel to the airport got lost. I kid you not. And then the ground staff at American Airlines wasn't going to let Bao on the airplane because she'd never heard of a service animal. Now it's raining buckets, and I have no idea of when I'll be home or even where I'll be spending the night.
Bao is asleep. He's happy. He's a Shih Tzu. He takes things in his stride.
And hey! We're together. So what if we spend the night in Dallas? We'll be fine.
One of those guys behind us might have been my grandfather. My brother told me he was actually in the computers here.
It looks like what it was - a vast people-processing center, 5000 at a time. Huge, cavernous, echoing, impersonal. One last barrier to be surmounted between the old world and the new.
The first question they asked was, How much money do you have? If you didn't have enough to buy a train ticket to wherever you were going, they sent you back. If you had trachoma, they sent you back. Turns out there's a whole branch of my family in Canada. Don't know if they were refused entry or simply decided to head north, but apparently they made it big in furniture stores.
As you can imagine, all of this left Bao cold. Lots of walking (they don't allow strollers, which are considered a security risk) and no doggy smells.
We're heading home today, and I'm not sorry. New York is like an aging fruitcake - a nut or a nice, juicy raisin here and there, but mostly crumbs.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Breakfast at Players
This succeeded beyond anyone's wildest expectations.
Bao thought breakfast was the best part. But he's not really into history, unless it's the history of steak.
Edwin Booth had a rough life. He was illegitimate. His father was a schizophrenic and an alcoholic. His brother assassainated President Lincoln. His first wife gave him a baby daughter and then died two years later of an "abdominal complaint." His second wife delivered a son that died at birth and went mad.
Yet he created (and funded) Players, which boasts America's finest theatre library and archive.
Then we went to MOMA to see the architectural facelift. Disaster. They should have left it alone. They have ruined Monet's waterlilies.
Then we were refused service at a place called Bistro Le Steak on the East Side. The Manager had never heard of a Service Animal. And Federal law didn't matter. This is New York, said Nicki. The only law that matters here is the law of the city of New York. That was his name. Nicki. He didn't have a surname. None of these people ever do, have you noticed?
So if you're ever in New York, give Bistro Le Steak a miss. There's a nice Irish Pub just down the street.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Nelson Rockefeller's Place
The house is more modest than you'd expect. Twenty bedrooms (but 8 of them are for staff) seventeen bathrooms, and an underground art gallery with eighteen Picasso tapestries.
Bao liked the grass.
You can see the Hudson River behind us. It is a really awful picture of me, but a great shot of Bao. And it's his blog.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Bao at the Top of the Rock.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Friday, May 04, 2007
I'm trying yet another mobile device. That's what the test was. It worked in the Verizon store. But will it work at home? And how do I post photos?
Bao is sleeping off the sushi he had for lunch. He loves sushi. He also likes dill pickles. Go figure.
Typing with my thumbs is obviously going to be a slowly acquired skill. So - as my mother would say if she was still alive - enough, already.
Let's see if I can make this puppy work!
Thursday, May 03, 2007