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Jill and I took Amtrak down to New York City Sunday morning. This meant
that we could visit Adam and Leah, but mostly, of course, we could get
to visit Samuel.
I had had trouble sleeping Saturday night and I was really exhausted when
my alarm went off Sunday morning. Somehow I managed to climb out of bed,
stumble down the stairs, and into the kitchen and fixed coffee.
Saturday night had been turn-back-the-clock night, so in theory I got an
extra hour of sleep, but in actuality all I got was perhaps three or so
hours of sleep. It's about a three hour train trip and eventually I managed
to sleep for most of the final hour. |
| Samuel and Grandpa |
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Jill was hungry so we stopped at a restaurant/pub across the street from
Madison Square Garden and each got a chicken wrap. Then it was hike over
to 34th Street (only a couple of blocks) to the subway (yes, there are
subways at Penn Station, but not the line we needed), caught the F train
towards Brooklyn, get off at Delancy Street, and have about a fifteen minute
(brisk pace) walk to their apartment building.
Samuel has grown so much and changed so much. He's three months old now
and weights almost fifteen pounds. He's not really a little infant any
longer.
He looks around, smiles, blows bubbles, sticks out his tongue, grabs hold
of fingers. |
| Samuel and Aunt Gillian |
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At mid-afternoon we put Samuel into his stroller and set off on an expedition,
crossing to the other side of Houston. (Note to readers who are not familiar
with NY, that street name is looks like that city in Texas but doesn't
sound like it; the first syllable sounds like "how" instead of
"hew" and it's the source of name for the district called SoHo...
for "South of Houston" rather than for the neighborhood in London...
however, our walk took us north of Houston and we were east of the SoHo
area anyway.) We stopped at a German restaurant on Avenue C, some where
between E. 2nd and E. 4th (I wasn't paying close enough attention) and
sat at sidewalk tables and enjoyed food and very good beer. (I took some
pictures with my 35mm camera, but haven't finished all of that roll of
film yet.) Walk back to the apartment, relax with coffee... We are all
startled to see how early full night descends upon the city. |
| Grandpa and Samuel |
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Alas, this was but a day trip and all too soon Jill and I had to retrace
our path back to Pennsylvania Station. (There was an article in the Sunday
New York Times that showed the old Penn Station, the gorgeous temple of
travel that was torn down forty years ago and replaced with a cheap, cramped,
ugly subterranean basement of a train station. I'm just old enough to have
seen the real Penn Station when I was a kid and when I first began college.)
Well, we did zig-zag a bit on the way there on the subway... I think one
of the stations was closed on Sunday nights for construction work because
I was counting stations and was off by one so we went one station too far
and had to get off and ride one station back (34th and Bryant)... Despite
that we still had time to get take-out coffee and a couple cookies for
our travel even though Amtrak was almost on time. They called for boarding
only a minute or two after the train was scheduled to depart and we actually
pulled out of the station a mere ten minutes late.
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