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A brief introduction... for anyone who happens to wander
in from Holidailies... Hey, this will make two in a row! |
I'm just a middle-aged guy (but somehow I hit 65 on my last birthday) who
lives in Rhode Island with my wife Nancy (a middle-school math teacher),
daughter Gillian ("Jill" -- 26 yr old baker and parttime college
student), son Jeremy (23 yr old restaurant cook and parttime college student),
and Tiger (senior citizen cat). Eldest child Adam lives in New York City
with his wife Leah and our grandsons Sam and Milo. I'm a programmer/systems
analyst who got into software training and instructional design. I currently
work from home doing quality assurance and editing on course material for
both classroom courses and Web-based training courses for a very big computer
company. I've been writing this online journal since 1996.
Today my five year old grandson took us on a subway trip to the New York
Transit Museum...
Our local parks & recreation department sponsored a bus trip into New
York City today and we had signed up for it as being a very convenient
(and inexpensive) way of getting into New York for an afternoon (without
spending a fortune on Amtrak or driving ninety miles down Interstate 95
and taking a MetroNorth commuter train). Jill and her boyfriend Eli were
coming with us. Unfortunately, Nancy was feeling sick today, not feeling
up to the long bus ride and not wanting to spread germs to the grandkids,
so it was just Jill and Eli and me.
And you get to see some photographs, rather hastily arranged because I've
only got 31 minutes left to make this as a December 6th entry...
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| Milo is now a genuine toddler -- at almost sixteen months he is not a baby
any more. He has shot up in height and no longer looks like a Sumo baby. |
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| Leah is reading to Milo. He has become a book lover and kept grabbing books
and handing them to me to read them to him. He loves to point at things
in books. (Just ask him and he'll point at the right picture.) Meanwhile,
at almost five and a half, Sam is learning to read words and any walk down
the street with him becomes a discussion about what various signs are saying. |
At mid-afternoon, Adam had to go to his welding class (that is as in welding
for sculptors, not welding for construction). Adam has been studying welding
for a couple of years now. This is in keeping with his artistic interests
and talents (he has a bachelor of fine arts degree in photography) but
is also something different from the graphics work he does in advertising.
Leah and Milo stayed home while Jill and Eli and Sam and I went on an expedition
to the New York Transit Museum in Brooklyn. I should say that Sam took us because he is quite knowedgeable
about the subway system and its routes ("Now we're going under the
river, Grandpa Jim, and then comes York Street station and then we get
off at the station after that. Jay Street Burough Hall station.") |
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| "Walk this way..." Jill and Sam and Eli along Jay Street in Brooklyn... |
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At the Transit Museum... Sam "driving" one of the old buses (actually, just the front end) in the museum. (They do have an extensive collection of buses which Sam and Adam and I got to explore back in early October at the "Atlantic Antic" street festival.)
The museum exhibits are actually in what was the Court Street subway station.
(It's worth checking out if you should happen to find yourself in New York.)
We also depended on Sam to get us from the East Broadway/Rutgers Street
subway station back to his apartment building (not quite a mile). He had
us walking along a different street than the one we had used (accompanied
by Adam) to get to the subway station on our way to the museum) and when,
after several blocks, I asked him if he was sure we were going the right
way he simply pointed out the lights of the Williamsburgh bridge and assured
us that meant we were going the right way. He was, of course, quite right.
So, you might really quite accurately say that Sam took us to the museum. |
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