tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17888962846904855602024-03-05T01:22:07.926-08:00(Mis)Adventures Along the 6 TrainStories, opinions, photos and the like from NYCTroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-53002532227823163782008-08-03T22:36:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:15:24.437-08:00Orchard Beach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzv3JfUFU455nC6qHMfNXZ8hf0DN43DBf-xA0xWprFxUpGnI5Frvb2P-cTC6phoqhCnNXGlPttiXfI0KvBlJ9PYVY0IppmlluC58Xo7lTyuUGBAMbW0zPBeZlgpThOoJAlTCfrf9AFAo/s1600-h/P1010001_12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzv3JfUFU455nC6qHMfNXZ8hf0DN43DBf-xA0xWprFxUpGnI5Frvb2P-cTC6phoqhCnNXGlPttiXfI0KvBlJ9PYVY0IppmlluC58Xo7lTyuUGBAMbW0zPBeZlgpThOoJAlTCfrf9AFAo/s400/P1010001_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230532529792781842" border="0" /></a>Last stop on the 6 Train<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMHJsLj-6fXTg0nPD0k-Jm2glI8OmEIODExOcmPUptHG48OQuBR2DX8FzMPixHRl0lbYyKP-LHueuOanaPnaMXJLoJZn-r6K78BVoB1igTRZJkUKcmE7KDY4l3z4daLen38VV9Je1d3E/s1600-h/P1010011_10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMHJsLj-6fXTg0nPD0k-Jm2glI8OmEIODExOcmPUptHG48OQuBR2DX8FzMPixHRl0lbYyKP-LHueuOanaPnaMXJLoJZn-r6K78BVoB1igTRZJkUKcmE7KDY4l3z4daLen38VV9Je1d3E/s400/P1010011_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230533300330697938" border="0" /></a>Yes kids, there's a beach in the Bronx.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBIo6HZtVLNc7OB-CrmoSmClPRc8h1OESF_tHSm7oF7-Ak9LEVMf5FH3ygNYiHz_qkSLyCZhpz6Tr0SKhsyrhVCQeH_v-_D_hwz3a7RtfVzJUCbqGIYryoQhyLFYLoff-8NxrXxl4ohI/s1600-h/P1010006_11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBIo6HZtVLNc7OB-CrmoSmClPRc8h1OESF_tHSm7oF7-Ak9LEVMf5FH3ygNYiHz_qkSLyCZhpz6Tr0SKhsyrhVCQeH_v-_D_hwz3a7RtfVzJUCbqGIYryoQhyLFYLoff-8NxrXxl4ohI/s400/P1010006_11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230533782288027858" border="0" /></a>With outdoor cafes and the ever popular beer stands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o3uSRVPc9nfsZAmjaYM4IV-Z0SVbiPE8ynRcQGAevUXKiZuLdhvrqLU04GDTC6Ksb8WhaKMgpAyt4_SNm7WMJTMoaeCwpUStdhjEAgnsHcyzjZtkThPGTvG8iO0-TEB2J91IfnHI29g/s1600-h/P1010007_11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o3uSRVPc9nfsZAmjaYM4IV-Z0SVbiPE8ynRcQGAevUXKiZuLdhvrqLU04GDTC6Ksb8WhaKMgpAyt4_SNm7WMJTMoaeCwpUStdhjEAgnsHcyzjZtkThPGTvG8iO0-TEB2J91IfnHI29g/s400/P1010007_11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230534147680667298" border="0" /></a>And dance floors. Damn, Mami... don't hurt me with all that latin flavor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZKSDtWTlvw0gZNQ4nigVVO2TAMFfSlgtOTODWArJbHs7nCPOduPrz6t_CL82mcKNUrIAkCpXRM_HDb7RvszHT9IiwdX3MQxzK8qk2bA_l9colTYqqeFKgJ3w6iEVqR4TsPIqIOegsQ0/s1600-h/P1010010_9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZKSDtWTlvw0gZNQ4nigVVO2TAMFfSlgtOTODWArJbHs7nCPOduPrz6t_CL82mcKNUrIAkCpXRM_HDb7RvszHT9IiwdX3MQxzK8qk2bA_l9colTYqqeFKgJ3w6iEVqR4TsPIqIOegsQ0/s400/P1010010_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230534532768802626" border="0" /></a>Bongo drums, lil shorty bustin a move and what's that you say? A cowbell? Gotta have more cowbell!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1tLIewnloACZ-hcbSt7LpVS4tyCY-NmX5HyuUnKTdbzyR2PIweF_Gb-vANUUnPS2ZAylYr32ZZBbc5RfgAGwK-7E9TzkSGkt6lwmK09J2er5ENwxBnu5W64wZQUpQZbP3KxVpQlKMBY/s1600-h/P1010012_9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1tLIewnloACZ-hcbSt7LpVS4tyCY-NmX5HyuUnKTdbzyR2PIweF_Gb-vANUUnPS2ZAylYr32ZZBbc5RfgAGwK-7E9TzkSGkt6lwmK09J2er5ENwxBnu5W64wZQUpQZbP3KxVpQlKMBY/s400/P1010012_9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230535197098338194" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcU8YLXqgD0TditB7WA5VGDbt0rj4hPag30HR9g3kcTfK5qG-ZnKSFpkF9TkvHnS3HxU941JmSDPPk7wTaO6Ggl5yeOL6s9OdLjovNMcRv8PNcWjjrAFwoYBounlXO8zkY9e1BREVf8o/s1600-h/P1010016_5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcU8YLXqgD0TditB7WA5VGDbt0rj4hPag30HR9g3kcTfK5qG-ZnKSFpkF9TkvHnS3HxU941JmSDPPk7wTaO6Ggl5yeOL6s9OdLjovNMcRv8PNcWjjrAFwoYBounlXO8zkY9e1BREVf8o/s400/P1010016_5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230535444025988210" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-86480117681081597932008-04-25T23:06:00.000-07:002008-04-25T23:16:48.477-07:00Why harp players are bad ass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingharpistmusic.com/image/harp%20at%20Longview%20Mansion%20nov%2025th%20in%20reception%20room%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.weddingharpistmusic.com/image/harp%20at%20Longview%20Mansion%20nov%2025th%20in%20reception%20room%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's 2:00 in the morning. I am flipping channels and I came across this channel that was showing a woman playing an organ while another woman plays the harp. I can honestly say that I have never seen someone play the harp up so close. That shit looks hard!<br /><br />Her jacket was pretty sweet too.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-45679123673050436942008-02-24T20:17:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:15:25.125-08:00Random New YorknessStreet Art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY85dfUCrTmuV8R1QMq5FhMV7XtEE7QmfDIijxU9iT2htW0eGmVL7D0tNhAHxYaiuzyQ9owYIgciAWCqtY-PG_cTUJo8Ef6dHn06ZDlhliBrJNhC28R3BM3E7pF7VtCa7viwgv8PQQD7A/s1600-h/P1010004_10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY85dfUCrTmuV8R1QMq5FhMV7XtEE7QmfDIijxU9iT2htW0eGmVL7D0tNhAHxYaiuzyQ9owYIgciAWCqtY-PG_cTUJo8Ef6dHn06ZDlhliBrJNhC28R3BM3E7pF7VtCa7viwgv8PQQD7A/s400/P1010004_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170769863421237650" /></a><br />Door<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodOkrJHYidUc6z7QS4Q-PsS_kmCwa-iE83o_dxH4lbBDGIoIJ6ogJIPcGCVD8DSKLU_l6E89xJ6l_umsp8jUfH3Z7h1KqKp96fsizKdYgI9MOSMw7ub3gy11rf_uD5eMZ_mXSsjdWrns/s1600-h/P1010003_10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodOkrJHYidUc6z7QS4Q-PsS_kmCwa-iE83o_dxH4lbBDGIoIJ6ogJIPcGCVD8DSKLU_l6E89xJ6l_umsp8jUfH3Z7h1KqKp96fsizKdYgI9MOSMw7ub3gy11rf_uD5eMZ_mXSsjdWrns/s400/P1010003_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170769652967840130" /></a><br />Da Bronx across the river<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzY3CA7GLU9GeMXcmgX2guiHodgbSadtluVP9Vd5FXnBcyjCN2ChhMTXaamBOIVUI-qnGLa9qJoWqWpjI4JO4a3YJvSw0bZBUiK7CJbUeonIR9ho6vBypT18MLZpgZe6BD4cZ3-o9zN14/s1600-h/P1040014_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzY3CA7GLU9GeMXcmgX2guiHodgbSadtluVP9Vd5FXnBcyjCN2ChhMTXaamBOIVUI-qnGLa9qJoWqWpjI4JO4a3YJvSw0bZBUiK7CJbUeonIR9ho6vBypT18MLZpgZe6BD4cZ3-o9zN14/s400/P1040014_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170768935708301682" /></a><br />Crack is Wack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tpnTxaXWtni1A_0PygjXpn4M1mjgzEygvOekCYXDomQlQvkvfA-qg5Yv0fczSHxrdIAtVrsr7FpfePxV6JIRTVvSe43A-oGpAY7RD79PRwzXtkrYk6cZc45FU2izCi5C0GtsLVLtbHU/s1600-h/P1040012_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tpnTxaXWtni1A_0PygjXpn4M1mjgzEygvOekCYXDomQlQvkvfA-qg5Yv0fczSHxrdIAtVrsr7FpfePxV6JIRTVvSe43A-oGpAY7RD79PRwzXtkrYk6cZc45FU2izCi5C0GtsLVLtbHU/s400/P1040012_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170768708075034978" /></a><br />The Sky Tram to Queens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUX9Qst2lhuuVZHebTTHLdP0giZOs_ODDGnvmPh-unVQ5fjIn4nMPa5b1Ua_iEL3UkfsxV0zPQ3e5c2rxXSWwsWSaTLfIvi6JBtzpfQzLjrQgcvUi0CE2WqdGMaHigCbJ4ccbL1q22dqo/s1600-h/P1030010_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUX9Qst2lhuuVZHebTTHLdP0giZOs_ODDGnvmPh-unVQ5fjIn4nMPa5b1Ua_iEL3UkfsxV0zPQ3e5c2rxXSWwsWSaTLfIvi6JBtzpfQzLjrQgcvUi0CE2WqdGMaHigCbJ4ccbL1q22dqo/s400/P1030010_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170768398837389650" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-13539931215011003322008-02-17T22:21:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:15:25.719-08:00The New Hood - Part 1Maybe you know, maybe you don't -- but I moved. Here are some shots of the new neighborhood - Spanish Harlem. <br /><br />The East River, Ward's Island Bridge, and the Upper East Side <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHg95ReIhfO2AxGk-fODewwsjoeKgXMwNlDu14XrGRBx6f9IvpPSdexsfTAyMgMtdNO_nXswqSDgFfMVpdho93UTk_6U_zUHVREPg18DE3dLAUJ3vj37jK33bOjvruRaHPNhKR3r3Fp8/s1600-h/P1010011_7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHg95ReIhfO2AxGk-fODewwsjoeKgXMwNlDu14XrGRBx6f9IvpPSdexsfTAyMgMtdNO_nXswqSDgFfMVpdho93UTk_6U_zUHVREPg18DE3dLAUJ3vj37jK33bOjvruRaHPNhKR3r3Fp8/s400/P1010011_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168931089137572130" /></a><br />The track at Thomas Jefferson Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74G6K8ZvrAbsIqYdGkgjWNUfVj0jgqk0bFtwsh5XFY9KBMirpBA_kovHdnKpoJ35mv_uSfPltwEvLmQFJsUTV3WkDx1kQtx6P5qPRxkQHr0fOjJyMnr6md6Nw1OrzNdFBKKUIjZXp_DM/s1600-h/P1010008_9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74G6K8ZvrAbsIqYdGkgjWNUfVj0jgqk0bFtwsh5XFY9KBMirpBA_kovHdnKpoJ35mv_uSfPltwEvLmQFJsUTV3WkDx1kQtx6P5qPRxkQHr0fOjJyMnr6md6Nw1OrzNdFBKKUIjZXp_DM/s400/P1010008_9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929070502942994" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCs5gJesrSE0g5tYmF8H8OiT9_29EBNdUTQSR6gsIkvGCra66axFGYP_H5iFGO0-WCaWY34VtjUpPDURul2ty_rnVUE8wsPu6ZvojJNz9lUM__fWmQrlDfUdjmcmYFsdxXnWzXoNBj9E/s1600-h/P1010013_6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCs5gJesrSE0g5tYmF8H8OiT9_29EBNdUTQSR6gsIkvGCra66axFGYP_H5iFGO0-WCaWY34VtjUpPDURul2ty_rnVUE8wsPu6ZvojJNz9lUM__fWmQrlDfUdjmcmYFsdxXnWzXoNBj9E/s400/P1010013_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168932485001943362" /></a>Lost in the river<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdslUpdQhis7oZtLGtsv-IrT3YAf50h0Rzf190f3jm25GRM3tFkO0akfwXD0wsjPTXLhLeX_6T3BaZyIL0owua4hbRh0VCfIjtR_07THtnQ6_2_4zQXXwpo_WPWCIeG7hvziZMGJ48lCs/s1600-h/P1010012_6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdslUpdQhis7oZtLGtsv-IrT3YAf50h0Rzf190f3jm25GRM3tFkO0akfwXD0wsjPTXLhLeX_6T3BaZyIL0owua4hbRh0VCfIjtR_07THtnQ6_2_4zQXXwpo_WPWCIeG7hvziZMGJ48lCs/s400/P1010012_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168931909476325682" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-42907602377918824282008-02-17T22:12:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:15:25.927-08:00Silent GuitarsThe bus rolls by as mattresses are unloaded in the night, <br />the music in my head has me seeing things and imagining places I've been before, <br />almost home and rest is near<br />men on the train play guitar with more heart than talent, <br />singing out to the ones they lost long ago<br />how can I imagine their pain, <br />how can I sleep when their eyes never rest, even while closed?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg2OCy52cpjXkztLbZ0y7oZN8ws9fHBdXrLG-7K0xTU9s_JH1wp1ldVsf1_r-vmb9lHSNkoJ4QJPxO3_krCa5bv1YBGlPTgt8H9OOCvL05SOeRCu91jTE8Fe1zJxVAfmczPqwgjyniH8/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg2OCy52cpjXkztLbZ0y7oZN8ws9fHBdXrLG-7K0xTU9s_JH1wp1ldVsf1_r-vmb9lHSNkoJ4QJPxO3_krCa5bv1YBGlPTgt8H9OOCvL05SOeRCu91jTE8Fe1zJxVAfmczPqwgjyniH8/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168200386351503618" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-61633740136633801572008-02-12T21:02:00.000-08:002008-02-17T22:21:41.571-08:00Where have I been?Ok, so perhaps an explanation is in order. I mean, I would love to have some dramatic way to restart this little blog project. But I think it might need a little explanation. But really, who's listening anymore anyway? <br /><br />I'm convinced that anyone who read this blog for any reason at all has long since found somewhere else to be, somewhere else to spend their e-time. <br /><br />Wow! Listen to me, I am ranting and in the process perhaps alienating any person that has had enough faith or interest in me to check back on this site once in while. <br /><br />Sorry about that. <br /><br />Back to our story...<br /><br />Where have I been? <br /><br />You know I am sure there are plenty of excuses I could throw out right now: <br />1. I've been too busy<br />2. My computer crashed<br />3. I couldn't pay the internet bill<br /><br />But the reality of it all is that I was distracted, (and lazy). I gave up a piece of myself and invested it in another effort. <br /><br />And now I am reclaiming that piece. And as I restart this personal project of reading and writing matters I plan to make a few changes. Hopefully, they will be for the best. Stay tuned...Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-34376638771906327262008-02-12T20:34:00.001-08:002008-02-12T21:02:06.862-08:00A DawningSometimes it's hard to when know when stop. <br />When things have gone too far and we are no longer the person we are, <br />but instead the person we feel we ought to be. <br /><br />Every so often the occasion arises were we must ask ourselves some serious questions<br />and deal with the finger-pointing results.<br /><br />To look inward is to face the truth. To deal with the truth takes a firm commitment and a sometimes heavy heart. <br /><br />It begins...Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-15943471442553149672007-10-07T18:34:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:26.157-08:00In Joba We TrustModell's Window. 42nd ST. Whether you like the Yankees or not, it is cool to see a kid from Nebraska becoming such a big deal. I just read that he signed a deal to promote this sporting goods chain and now they have this full window display with his jerseys, a couple of designed shirts and a new slogan: "In Joba We Trust" <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChYsRDE0bZ0gshlEnH44gMJw8cQ0PrrA8gQKprNgTrIAgXjDYzqYc33Z4SPKyDZ3Y6Ee4mmNi-g4ChVwMErbJEp9s-imVlRvriIXnG0YTte9HHb6DlVVGkl6L3imUZZyHcFsGw8yAHXY/s1600-h/noname-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChYsRDE0bZ0gshlEnH44gMJw8cQ0PrrA8gQKprNgTrIAgXjDYzqYc33Z4SPKyDZ3Y6Ee4mmNi-g4ChVwMErbJEp9s-imVlRvriIXnG0YTte9HHb6DlVVGkl6L3imUZZyHcFsGw8yAHXY/s400/noname-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118773800164877522" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-67938449048926059062007-10-07T18:27:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:15:26.212-08:00Anybody looking for a job?Maybe you can play the part of Biggie. Seen in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, home to the Notorious B.I.G.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwfknpP5bK8itmon4lyCrLUOZaFwSRkTr0lXG4M7xVK_S714lEJsBIxDAjL1h4JsU5jtEUSaoJ6O_do7cDw6DCGacmfWid4J-gnOx0A-NBjyPvqGGXukKqZqWgO0lHxQgwi0fFxVgSuA/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwfknpP5bK8itmon4lyCrLUOZaFwSRkTr0lXG4M7xVK_S714lEJsBIxDAjL1h4JsU5jtEUSaoJ6O_do7cDw6DCGacmfWid4J-gnOx0A-NBjyPvqGGXukKqZqWgO0lHxQgwi0fFxVgSuA/s400/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118771678451033282" /></a><br />RIP Notorious One -Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-60522557199892179752007-10-06T03:00:00.000-07:002007-10-07T18:26:26.413-07:00Finding a Dead Guy in New York - Part II?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wagner-family.org/tinythoughts/taxi2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.wagner-family.org/tinythoughts/taxi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Harlem, Saturday night, 2:30AM. I am walking the roommates dog and doing my best to walk a straight line being that I had been out watching football and drinking beer for a few hours. As I made my way back towards the apartment from the park I noticed a person laying in the street. I thought for a second that it was a kid, like a teenager or something. I wasn't sure what was going on, but no one around seemed to really be concerned with the fact that this guy was literally laying in the middle of the cross walk. I didn't know if he was shot, stabbed or whatever, all I could tell was that he was not moving. As I got closer I could see that it was a Hispanic guy, probably 24-25 years old. He was knocked out, I mean dead to the world. <br /><br />Another guy walking past said that he had kicked him and the guy wouldn't move. We decided to pull him out of the street. I mean he was just laying there where he could have been run over by a car or truck or something. We got him to his feet, he was wasted. I don't know if it was booze or if something stronger was at work, but this dude was messed up. <br /><br />After he almost stumbled into traffic a few times we decided to flag a car. Once we got a car to stop we pushed this dude in the back, much to the driver's dismay, and shut the door. Last I could see or hear, our friend was trying to describe an address in some very drunkin spanish.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-28292950391853738642007-09-23T20:31:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:26.414-08:00Wait a sec...I see this truck almost 3 times a week. I am guessing it delivers some sort of meat provisions to one of the hotels that line 40th St and Bryant Park. Its always parked in the same spot and I always think the same thing when I see it. <br /><br />NEBRASKALAND!?!????!!!!! Are you kidding me?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8sMR2LWoLnk0prGttBlsTGrmc8v7shtCaDXcgxN_gBDy7wFp3KNdn2ZF0KIL-UriAprnVlZfSN7KU5puLsk38Qf_T-NmiqKggJCCsU2DRecQbIS2I9-xDFyCBpONQiBf0zElIB8bDOE/s1600-h/mail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8sMR2LWoLnk0prGttBlsTGrmc8v7shtCaDXcgxN_gBDy7wFp3KNdn2ZF0KIL-UriAprnVlZfSN7KU5puLsk38Qf_T-NmiqKggJCCsU2DRecQbIS2I9-xDFyCBpONQiBf0zElIB8bDOE/s400/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113608941021420482" /></a><br />Funny thing -- hardly anyone here can even tell you where Nebraska is! And yet, this company uses the name as a marketing ploy to make people believe their products are somehow better. <br /><br />Oh, but wait... there's an address. Finally a clue to help some people out. Finally... someone who can tell me where Nebraska is...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ixobgj8uWkujH8IZy84R2ab2PV9n2kNgWTeE9b1tNbApLQtnB8VbcHD_oJKqYoQC_PMrpLFHQqAXEr6PYhjSBYXKoWgZCGwZ-xHYHA560cPbftQV0v4HqCVY2C8KM5qP6XUrAXc1lw8/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ixobgj8uWkujH8IZy84R2ab2PV9n2kNgWTeE9b1tNbApLQtnB8VbcHD_oJKqYoQC_PMrpLFHQqAXEr6PYhjSBYXKoWgZCGwZ-xHYHA560cPbftQV0v4HqCVY2C8KM5qP6XUrAXc1lw8/s400/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113609920273963986" /></a> That's right! Nebraska is in the BRONX! Wanna visit? <a href="http://nebraskaland.com/">If you're from Nebraska (big ups!)and want a good laugh - Check out this company's site and find directions right here.</a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-9391018958061396492007-09-19T19:51:00.000-07:002007-09-18T20:46:39.020-07:00Oh The People You'll MeetMike - <br /><br />Tonight, Mike washed my roommates car. I had never met Mike before, but I am pretty sure that my roommate had talked to him a few times. The short end of the story goes that Mike is a guy from the block, tries to earn a few bucks here and there doing things for people. "This is my hustle," as he puts it in while spitting ice chips onto the street. <br /><br />Mike was paid for washing the car and we were enjoying a drink on the stoop. He told us his story. Explained to us that he had been given 3 lives. His first life nearly ended in 1983, when he got shot, in the chest, 4 blocks from where we sat. He had been a number runner. One night he's walking, some dudes role up and before he realizes it, an encounter takes place, he is shot and laying on the ground. Wound up at the Harlem Hospital. (Specializing in babies and gun shot wounds, no lying). They saved his life. <br /><br />Life number 2 was almost taken a few years later in upstate New York when, while crossing a street, Mike was hit by a car. He flew through the air, landed on his head and was cut from the top of his head to his jaw. Once again, doctors put him back together, but Mike couldn't remember who he was. After they ran through some names, he remembered. They wanted to take him home. He didn't know where home was. So he got in a cab and drove to the city to see if something jogged his memory. As they drove, he remembered... "I live in Harlem. Yeah, that's it. I live in Harlem."<br /><br />Crazy story right? He could have been making the whole thing up. Who know's? Point is, I couldn't write something that good. Something would have told me it was too much. That couldn't have all happened to one person. But maybe it did... Maybe it happened to Mike from the block.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-11956591055847608432007-09-18T19:16:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:26.699-08:00GraffitiOff Canal, China Town <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PeygNyJdrrIR2VNLr8cWi0gdt8EEymP3Vlhe3ZubOdvthHyLRGY2krA8B_YHRydzvt55XGrGs7_eySk_A41A4UXb6wVtGlqSuPN7sc7GkwOzSHQEDL_bNtVYurvcvf0i5tNQfCZtLw0/s1600-h/P1020003_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PeygNyJdrrIR2VNLr8cWi0gdt8EEymP3Vlhe3ZubOdvthHyLRGY2krA8B_YHRydzvt55XGrGs7_eySk_A41A4UXb6wVtGlqSuPN7sc7GkwOzSHQEDL_bNtVYurvcvf0i5tNQfCZtLw0/s400/P1020003_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406744887501682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFw357k-4Xn7xD67gw2FBYnBgVablLhZtpKyFxu4hcKkZVZh8nPDpunodW_dzaHS06DyZri0b8NMkXgst1fL3hnBDcd8iNZFGNX3qhanAPnhKC3YSIXmBqc6mv-TxkK3VeK2fPZUYbZc/s1600-h/P1020002_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFw357k-4Xn7xD67gw2FBYnBgVablLhZtpKyFxu4hcKkZVZh8nPDpunodW_dzaHS06DyZri0b8NMkXgst1fL3hnBDcd8iNZFGNX3qhanAPnhKC3YSIXmBqc6mv-TxkK3VeK2fPZUYbZc/s400/P1020002_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406276736066402" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-66536707980409868922007-09-04T20:04:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:27.247-08:00Finding a Dead Guy in New YorkWe set out, somewhere -- across the city, a few train transfers and a long walk away -- to find a man. He is a man that waits, Or maybe he doesn't. This day, we would find out. We set off in search of Houdini's Grave. <br /><br />Houdini,the man, the myth, the magician. Perhaps the greatest escape artist ever. <br /><br />Ridgewood, Queens. Off the train we walked and cut into a cemetery just before dusk and closing time. We started in a Jewish cemetery, maybe it was called Greenwood. Then we hopped a wall into a Christian cemetery and after about a half hour we got picked up by the grounds keeper and told that we had to leave. The cemetery was closed. Alright, alright, but I had to know -- "had we even been close?"<br /><br />The guy's response? "Naw. That's on Cypress. Up the hill, left, and then down 'Snakes Hill'." We were in the wrong cemetery, by a long way. We decided to continue walking, hoping that somebody would let us in, even though every other cemetery (and there were a lot) was closed. <br /><br />Hate to sound like a Goonie here, but I didn't come this far to give up. <br /><br />Just when it seemed like all hope was lost -- We Found It! <span style="font-weight:bold;">Mecpelah Cemetery<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIgWNvj0ge4z5bgPsYO9A-i3BVcn5iYHquCZwY8irVUl9ywBzIZQ2SgNbNpuB6AMnSH-PRoRixK3fzfRUvLPCXpNgufbAua-sHo9sQH8PXezXrV2U_XEZA4MqDASObJkANUz4bJXa1CI/s1600-h/noname"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIgWNvj0ge4z5bgPsYO9A-i3BVcn5iYHquCZwY8irVUl9ywBzIZQ2SgNbNpuB6AMnSH-PRoRixK3fzfRUvLPCXpNgufbAua-sHo9sQH8PXezXrV2U_XEZA4MqDASObJkANUz4bJXa1CI/s400/noname" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109146425421598978" /></a><br />The gates stood wide open. The building was empty. Windows broken, doors boarded up. It was pretty obvious that no one had used this place in a while. <br /><br />But.. just inside the gate, there it was... the Houdini family plot.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-g2CAy1VVc1MZ5AJmAvvc-9DbIo8I45VgY26O1jIVB-mEmnDDwpkYumJqYZ9Jw8qiymNgPXnbDyT1ouOVm3Ier_MeNeJSisBCIRzPlRZwP_ezMXgFyDdoRizHvPlC5z1to6LUtnC5Y8/s1600-h/-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-g2CAy1VVc1MZ5AJmAvvc-9DbIo8I45VgY26O1jIVB-mEmnDDwpkYumJqYZ9Jw8qiymNgPXnbDyT1ouOVm3Ier_MeNeJSisBCIRzPlRZwP_ezMXgFyDdoRizHvPlC5z1to6LUtnC5Y8/s400/-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109146717479375122" /></a><br /><br />And here is the man we came to see. Harry Houdini. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rmM7E64FLwMv-YKAnAc7YLT79FzGZRqUGWXh66Of_NO_GG-4BYpCqayrAr7hU11gbr7Wp49vUPIF2B-bQuZSleaYHEBmBm7PK6w2dbPTK9SEqk14h2yXk5aNTxyU5b1E0NQQ61uNuj4/s1600-h/-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rmM7E64FLwMv-YKAnAc7YLT79FzGZRqUGWXh66Of_NO_GG-4BYpCqayrAr7hU11gbr7Wp49vUPIF2B-bQuZSleaYHEBmBm7PK6w2dbPTK9SEqk14h2yXk5aNTxyU5b1E0NQQ61uNuj4/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109146940817674530" /></a><br />The grave was simple. It only bore his last name and the name of his wife. There were a lot of trinkets, notes, playing cards, coins and other items placed around the stone. I left my own. <br /><br />As we stood there, I had to wonder, after all the escapes he made in his career, "was he really there? Who knows? Maybe the greatest trick of his life was escaping death and convincing the world he was gone. <br /><br />Every year, people come on the anniversary of his death, Halloween to hold seances to raise the great magician from the dead. Long live the King!Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-76287341709784538032007-09-02T18:00:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:27.512-08:00God Spoke to me... at Yankee StadiumIt's true... I swear it. It was a religious experience. It had to be. <br /><br />(OK, so let me stop, and say this -- I realize that I have posted quite a few times about the Yankees recently. I'm sorry. The last thing I want to do is change this blog into an every day rambling about my feelings for a certain team that plays in the Bronx). <br /><br />However, I had the opportunity to attend another game this weekend, my second since moving here, after scoring some great seats for next to nothing. Here was the view, right behind home plate> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5iyvF36_XMfb8KSyF9P6IOm2eyhVIS_keEatmFyTZfLCphyphenhyphenq7LGQB-LLzlAVai0vasd-hmXa-LV0HbmbAouuWH2H1t_EI_OjdIpHQM92uvJ1RBmRjCcoBqJ7y4K0GPFBTv3IKDMW1Yw/s1600-h/Yankee+Game+9:2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5iyvF36_XMfb8KSyF9P6IOm2eyhVIS_keEatmFyTZfLCphyphenhyphenq7LGQB-LLzlAVai0vasd-hmXa-LV0HbmbAouuWH2H1t_EI_OjdIpHQM92uvJ1RBmRjCcoBqJ7y4K0GPFBTv3IKDMW1Yw/s400/Yankee+Game+9:2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106544079586979378" /></a><br />Turns out the Yankees didn't have it and they ended up dropping the game to Tampa Bay. Petite was shaky after the 5th and then it all fell apart. I don't see how you sweep the Sox and then choke on frickin Tampa Bay. Anyway... I digress. <br /><br />To the point, my religious experience. My awakening. It happened ... in the bottom of the 6th! I was sitting in my seat, trying to cheer the Yankees into a rally and suddenly, it appeared, clear as day. Up there, in the clouds... I see something...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn0Ags7ItSCN7XJhAScVwdjdyA9JOJmaaFG1gdfXRg4466SWhDtF44aCo9bzOBUFfJwbi-LB_9TyS1cc7EvjfSYoAmWRElG262FsD0l3X1t8xKt_KVIR2gAQc5mkJ-0pHnpSwFE_sPIs/s1600-h/Heineken+Sky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn0Ags7ItSCN7XJhAScVwdjdyA9JOJmaaFG1gdfXRg4466SWhDtF44aCo9bzOBUFfJwbi-LB_9TyS1cc7EvjfSYoAmWRElG262FsD0l3X1t8xKt_KVIR2gAQc5mkJ-0pHnpSwFE_sPIs/s400/Heineken+Sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106546141171281474" /></a><br /><br /><br />HEINEKEN. Hmm, GOD wants ME... to drink... HEINEKEN. Maybe this religion thing isn't so bad after all.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-62191374246182711552007-08-20T20:53:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:27.844-08:00The Best BBQ in New York<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNH5iOIPeud7FtaN8ylqVf5JqQHfwzTn2-KC67S-tkogjVKegNn8FbeccbYSFU_w8FcclwH7Yk3ZnrNuyKLgklBqE6JJVz6RUQduq7O50kxdu9k2W2tO1KqyjKOJtdSDO9u-WMMjwCjTU/s1600-h/P1010007_7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNH5iOIPeud7FtaN8ylqVf5JqQHfwzTn2-KC67S-tkogjVKegNn8FbeccbYSFU_w8FcclwH7Yk3ZnrNuyKLgklBqE6JJVz6RUQduq7O50kxdu9k2W2tO1KqyjKOJtdSDO9u-WMMjwCjTU/s400/P1010007_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104310730952797730" /></a>I recently heard about the Hudson River Park BBQ and Blues Festival and made plans to spend a Sunday afternoon investigating. Now here is something I could really sink my teeth into, both musically and quite literally. I am a huge fan of the blues and an even bigger fan of some good BBQ. And having lived in a BBQ rich cities like Kansas City and Memphis, I feel like I have a good eye, and mouth for picking out some great BBQ. <br /><br />I have to admit although it sounded cool - attending the festival served a larger purpose. You see, I am on a mission. I need to find the Best BBQ in New York. Since my arrival I have sampled a few places and I will review them below. From this point forward I will document and rate each BBQ experience until I have settled on the Best BBQ in New York. From this point forward, this mission will be known as... <span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Quest for the Best."<br /><br />To provide some continuity to this project I will rate each BBQ eatery on a scale of 1-5 in 3 key categories: Meat, Sauce, and Overall Experience. Let me catch you up on the competition so far: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1. Oklahoma Smoke House BBQ - (145th and Adam Clayton Powell Blvd.)</span> <br />Meat - 3<br />Sauce - 2<br />Overall - 2.5<br />The food was decent, sauce was quite watery, service was decent. It was their first day so I will give them some time and check it out once their process is ironed out. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />2. Brother Jimmys Express (Grand Central Station)</span><br />Meat - 3.5<br />Sauce - 3<br />Overall - 3.5 <br />I heard the actual location is better, but I was impressed with this Pulled Pork especially since it was found in Grand Central Station and is close to work. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.Dinosaur BBQ - (@ the Hudson River Park Festival)</span><br />Meat - 4<br />Sauce - 3.5<br />Overall - 4<br />A great plate of food. Grabbed this platter with BBQ beans and cucumber and tomato salad. Sauce was right on. <br />(Here's a good look at some of the action from that slightly rainy, yet tasty Sunday afternoon.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9toRJNF0ythfIB-__87SyyXDWDFKhb036HWz4rgJx1rOmQ6Rqrf3DNe8OiaKNXtEXqWmumiPvOycFA3fzcZgb0TPPl0nN3b9ZMooNBrmJFuHP9vSwO7q8R9YYxg6LRyS1KjS5BnhFVNQ/s1600-h/P1010006_8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9toRJNF0ythfIB-__87SyyXDWDFKhb036HWz4rgJx1rOmQ6Rqrf3DNe8OiaKNXtEXqWmumiPvOycFA3fzcZgb0TPPl0nN3b9ZMooNBrmJFuHP9vSwO7q8R9YYxg6LRyS1KjS5BnhFVNQ/s400/P1010006_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104310151132212754" /></a>The search goes on.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-28050109411293133812007-08-20T20:17:00.000-07:002007-08-20T20:50:12.699-07:00A Night with the YankeesTonight the Yankees take on the Anaheim Angels. The game starts late, about 9:35 Eastern, since it is being played a few hours west in California. I start listening to the game on the radio after dinner as I often do. This is partially because I don't have a TV, but also because I enjoy it. Its old baby and in my mind - you ain't a fan if you can't sit down and listen to a game on the radio. I decide that tonight I need to stay awake and listen to the game til the bloody end. This decision leads me to another thought. Although I have been a Yankees fan for many years, this is my first year <span style="font-weight:bold;">with<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> the Yankees. <br /><br />Admittedly, I moved here mid-season, in June and can't really say that I have been here an entire season. However, this season has seen its share of ups and downs and as the playoff races narrows I can feel myself getting sucked in even further. It's been a whirlwind of Yankee nostalgia for me the last few months, culminating recently with the passing of Phil Rizzuto. So I must apologize in advance to anyone that was already annoyed with my zeal for the Bronx Bombers because I think it is getting worse. If the Yankees make the World Series I might start pawning possessions, to get tickets. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h50/Fmann222/Sticker_YankeesLogo_inv.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h50/Fmann222/Sticker_YankeesLogo_inv.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-26524617488793818822007-08-19T00:05:00.000-07:002007-08-19T00:21:47.443-07:00Hurry! Get the CameraFriday night. Walking with my roommate to fetch her misplaced purse from a Mexcian food joint. I had just opened a beer, so whatever, I brought it with. We walked several blocks, topped a hill and then I demanded to sit down on the curb. So there we were, panting, thirsty and in possession of cold beer in a water bottle. <br /><br />Me:<span style="font-style:italic;">(*drinking) </span><br />J: <span style="font-style:italic;">"Let me have a drink of that beer."<br /></span>Me: "Hold on" (*drinking)<br /><br />We're there maybe 15 seconds, a man is crossing the street and then loudly he begins laughing and saying:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hold on! Let me get my camera! I need a picture of _ this. Two, white people - sittin on the curb - in Harlem - gettin sloshed! It's a beautiful thing. I know Harlem is changed to see something like that."</span><br /><br />Then we talked to the guy for a few minutes, drank some more beer and kept walking. <br /><br />The purse was recovered, intact. I remind myself I am glad that I don't carry a purse.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-88926105305614299172007-08-16T21:09:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:28.214-08:00Favela Rising<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-rTYYT0qs9vNYCKCmRGTB2CXPZbDH6dx_HcCnXhm1udwYIMWllifCKg70g4DZfpphtff6IfPiN1F4VrZaei_7IkYvG0d1kU2AsISpzXcfWs8saLI2eOeF8B-dj_cRJgldqvrPaJelAU/s1600-h/dvd-composite-web.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-rTYYT0qs9vNYCKCmRGTB2CXPZbDH6dx_HcCnXhm1udwYIMWllifCKg70g4DZfpphtff6IfPiN1F4VrZaei_7IkYvG0d1kU2AsISpzXcfWs8saLI2eOeF8B-dj_cRJgldqvrPaJelAU/s320/dvd-composite-web.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099519211627498290" /></a><br /><br />Low Library, Columbia University - Tonight I was able to attend a free screening of this film and it changed my outlook on life, music, culture, and Brazil. A great story about the power of music and the ability of one person, or a few persons, to make a change in our world. If you're into poetry, music, working for change, helping youth or making the world a better place, then make sure you check out this movie. <br /><br /><a href="http://favelarising.com/default.php">Buy the DVD!</a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-48814576319602903002007-08-13T08:57:00.000-07:002007-08-14T06:29:22.359-07:00Oh... by the wayThis one is for you readers out there living in somewhere besides New York. I came across some other basic things to know when in New York in a magazine called <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.viceland.de/index_int.php?country=us">VICE</a></span>. I had to basically quote the parts of the article I liked because I love the writing style infused with New York attitude and the advice is certainly true.Without further explanation, here are <span style="font-style:italic;">VICE's</span> ideas on what you need to know: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Say "Excuse Me"</span><br />New Yorkers always say 'excuse me.' They realize that the person they bumped might be a crackhead with a carpet cutter that wants to cut your face from above your eyebrow straight down your chin. Not only should you say excuse me if you bump into someone, you should even turn back and put your arms out in a ready kind of " I'm here to stabilize you if you fall" way. This helps emphasize sincerity. It is not a pussy thing to do this by the way. It's more like a prison/biker show-of-respect thing that is actually tougher than blindly walking away.<a href="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e83/andrwhayess11/crackhead.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e83/andrwhayess11/crackhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nobody Cares</span><br />Guess what? People in New York are over it. That doesn't mean they don't like stuff - it means that they don't give a shit why they like stuff. Don't come here and go, "Hey guys, this is a little embarrassing, but I love that Journey song 'Open Arms'! We'll just say "Big Whup, that song is pretty good."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.execupundit.com/uploaded_images/nobody%20cares-746031.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.execupundit.com/uploaded_images/nobody%20cares-746031.bmp" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Dress for Success? </span><br />Trust us, nobody gives a shit why you wear what you wear. It either looks good or it looks bad. It doesn't matter if you think a pair of lime green sweat pants is "hilarious." They either look like shit (more than likely) or they look amazing (not totally outside the realm of possibilities).<a href="http://www.inman.com/blogger/uploaded_images/pimpII-729976.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.inman.com/blogger/uploaded_images/pimpII-729976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Way to go Vice! For more rules check out the previously posted <a href="http://nyc-move.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-to-know-when-in-new-york.html">Things to Know when in New York</a>. More rules to come.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-79591478398027569962007-08-05T17:40:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:28.646-08:00Becoming a Bleacher CreatureSunday, 1:05 pm. The Bronx, NY. Went to the Yankees game against the Kansas City Royals. Ahh, the Royals - the lovable losers from the Midwest. Where I come from there are lots of Royals fans. Kansas City isn't that far away and they are the closest team around, so people support what they can. Plus their AAA club is in Omaha, my home town, so that scores them some fans too. So I guess by birth right I am supposed to be a fan of KC. However, I faced the truth long ago that the Royals suck, its not 1985 anymore. <br />The Yankees are my team. I have watched since I was a kid -- I revel at the opportunity to see the Bombers whoop up on a lowly team like Kansas City. <br /><br />Bright sunny day. Seemed a lot cooler out on River Ave. We sat in the right field bleachers, the famous, or rather infamous, Section 39. Home of the Bleacher Creatures. There is a great book about these characters that call this section of the stadium home, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bleeding-Pinstripes-Bleacher-Creatures-Stadium/dp/1582617694">Bleeding Pinstripes</a>. It describes some of the more die hard Yankees fans and their traditions. Its worth a read for any Yanks fan. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZPo0iWQmo2al5DojVgT54A_HlS8VQJmMgjTc2EJI09dDK4M6FU8KTxh-MVMzT5sLKqeAnB2fgfrZAqJRoGWgrKF4Q8-j78vR-uI4pyDIrtn7SdPMnF2kQll6U9FiwEtza30zdjvxdQA/s1600-h/P1030004_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZPo0iWQmo2al5DojVgT54A_HlS8VQJmMgjTc2EJI09dDK4M6FU8KTxh-MVMzT5sLKqeAnB2fgfrZAqJRoGWgrKF4Q8-j78vR-uI4pyDIrtn7SdPMnF2kQll6U9FiwEtza30zdjvxdQA/s400/P1030004_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095399318889046834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAQb4pjwlLhwobGT8NV4x253Qh3kJ7OMxbea6_srNwcPgWrBMANkux9GPuTCX6Ce-M0TjXZ0aBIgftmNjLi1TaKHGLI4Zug5QuaWpWFb4CCHzetnRWnv-Ik7yWx6KrCEyyBtm7ZDyTNc/s1600-h/P1030005_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAQb4pjwlLhwobGT8NV4x253Qh3kJ7OMxbea6_srNwcPgWrBMANkux9GPuTCX6Ce-M0TjXZ0aBIgftmNjLi1TaKHGLI4Zug5QuaWpWFb4CCHzetnRWnv-Ik7yWx6KrCEyyBtm7ZDyTNc/s400/P1030005_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095399825695187778" /></a><br />Hideki Matsui and Melky Cabrera homered, Mussina pitched a solid six innings and Mariano sealed the deal. The Royals made it interesting, but never came that close. The Yankees record with Troy in attendance moves to 3 and 0. <br /><br />Across the street the cranes are working to build the "New Yankee Stadium" set to open in 2009. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEfCqn_BJDWEZ_qGb6L8f8YBEV4JmuTb1aKvZ24M4mEGK_8Hmv0DjxUQ8pWH49oRWrWhvTu0D_gZ76jcgTekzVW3a3TexHQUeVAi1BY2PX6ocWYvmJDBqBLTTZ2Jk5yUgOT9cEbM5Gd7Y/s1600-h/P1030007_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEfCqn_BJDWEZ_qGb6L8f8YBEV4JmuTb1aKvZ24M4mEGK_8Hmv0DjxUQ8pWH49oRWrWhvTu0D_gZ76jcgTekzVW3a3TexHQUeVAi1BY2PX6ocWYvmJDBqBLTTZ2Jk5yUgOT9cEbM5Gd7Y/s400/P1030007_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095400246601982802" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-76227922155788134882007-08-04T19:42:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:28.922-08:00Rock the BellsWalked the Triborough Bridge all the way out to Randall's Island for the Rock the Bells Music Festival. In the beginning we were 9, in the end our numbers would be fewer. The show started off good - we first checked out a group called Hangar 18. Then the rain started and we made our way to the main stage, found a good spot and set up shop. We were literally trying to box out our own space and maintain it. <br /><br />At first the rain wasn't so bad. But then, it didn't quit for about 4 and a half hours. It actually seemed to let up, only to rain that much harder several times. Plus there was no where to sit down since it was basically and concrete and mud marsh land. I don't remember how many times I told myself - "You are too old for this shit!"<br /><br />As a hip-hop fan I have to admit, I was exited about this show. I have been waiting my whole life - or at least since I was like 10 - to see some of these performers. One of the best performances of the day came from Rakim, aka "The God". One of the first rappers I ever heard and have never stopped liking. He was actually really good live, some hip-hop just isn't. There was this other crazy white boy near me, he knew every word and had the goofiest, yet sickest dance moves ever - it was great. <br /><br />Other cool acts included Mos Def and Talib Kwali, Cypress Hill, Public Enemy, Wu-Tang Clan (also a favorite of mine, Enter the 36 Chambers ? SICK!) and of course lets not forget the headliners, the group that everyone waited to see -- Rage Against the Machine! I have never seen them live before and it was f*ckin rockin. The crowd was frenzied and I was doing my best to hang with them. Check out this clip! <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='280' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTx9IMmKzcOEIt8xfm3rixXojolUEG5SlH-XAMAIlDBd1hy6QMDug9XXTdGbQ4oIspZ0lNUx1z7oEqYMULCg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />In the end, half our group left, or got lost, we're still not sure on that. We had to jump metal barriers to get out of the show and then still had to walk home after standing for 12 hours. My feet hurt, and they kinda still do. Here are some other pics too. <br />Public Enemy<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHx-qLiV71b58PtherzCRPPQROZl7eA8wkYa7OncxHtlsoLyHYMKIiRfXS1Zmgt9jeUf7PeFBV-NYf-ZHrjhjskUq4nh_klqzyD2uh8xn7P0oSlITMLspjdzUASipe7akDZ3dcYOkJY/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHx-qLiV71b58PtherzCRPPQROZl7eA8wkYa7OncxHtlsoLyHYMKIiRfXS1Zmgt9jeUf7PeFBV-NYf-ZHrjhjskUq4nh_klqzyD2uh8xn7P0oSlITMLspjdzUASipe7akDZ3dcYOkJY/s320/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095051508142449426" /></a><br />Wu-Tang Clan<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6N5T9Dh_1y-Wfy6PUePvZdaPEPqb9Oafevm03rGHYDKBY-of8LyQbmM6ub1GWpmNSyLu9dtH-WX6BFSWipbkQ0_JU8AvWm0Ney3akWMppeQAKsc-nSAI6ZZAVSbuIvyKfeHaCmvRH5o/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6N5T9Dh_1y-Wfy6PUePvZdaPEPqb9Oafevm03rGHYDKBY-of8LyQbmM6ub1GWpmNSyLu9dtH-WX6BFSWipbkQ0_JU8AvWm0Ney3akWMppeQAKsc-nSAI6ZZAVSbuIvyKfeHaCmvRH5o/s320/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095051903279440674" /></a>Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-25052745069985483892007-08-02T19:11:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:29.231-08:00The Mets Win! ... And Harlem starts on fire!It's been a busy week or so. At least I think that much time has gone by... it all sorta runs together sometimes. Had friends in town, did a bunch of stuff and spent the first half of this week recovering. I am certainly not the spring chicken anymore, the recovery process is prolonged now. Phew, So much happened - best if I tell it with some pictures. <br /><br />Saturday noon, on our way to see the Amazin' New York Mets play the Washington Nationals at Shea Stadium in Queens. Everyone else had a ticket, but I found some guy and talked him into $8 for a seat behind home plate. All the other seats were in right field so that is where I sat, I never even went to the seat, but I am sure it was cool,(As I write this, I immediately regret that decision).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCX5bdAlYGsYeGvIvvUSCIg-yI5XO0SxPSD1tGs6SmoFDZ_etIhBtM9QC8FkNjJAXPNf5ZjsAa4JqAwetfH3t_R0NX78EPn3AuUA6rk7zvv6aytzKwtPmDsDfRmHdaa6lqPTF8Ipvd4o/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCX5bdAlYGsYeGvIvvUSCIg-yI5XO0SxPSD1tGs6SmoFDZ_etIhBtM9QC8FkNjJAXPNf5ZjsAa4JqAwetfH3t_R0NX78EPn3AuUA6rk7zvv6aytzKwtPmDsDfRmHdaa6lqPTF8Ipvd4o/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094301430758908674" /></a><br />The game was perfect though, great day, we were in the shade and the game was exciting to watch. I love spending a day watching a game at the ballpark. I even had 2 hot dogs. Oh, and the Mets won. ______ Umm, sure. I guess it is alright, but you know - I bleed pinstripes and didn't care who won. I just kept wishing that we were on 161st ST in the Bronx. <br /><br /><br />Saturday night - Got of the train at 135th, thought it was really foggy and then realized that the fog was smoke. As we stood there the fire engines came roaring from all directions. The NYFD in action. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBqeVwTUBzMIQ4Kus9ig4bS0J7JSKNZOG6L8vyCa_nZ4pFE_Vo9-MrSeioL_dt1dIrdNVnFAl5TJjGMvzVgqX4ZblI11U6IV7knHcfoq43rDxTuz2Mpe7CiIPkcrZ8aGTX4vnnrBZzmM/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBqeVwTUBzMIQ4Kus9ig4bS0J7JSKNZOG6L8vyCa_nZ4pFE_Vo9-MrSeioL_dt1dIrdNVnFAl5TJjGMvzVgqX4ZblI11U6IV7knHcfoq43rDxTuz2Mpe7CiIPkcrZ8aGTX4vnnrBZzmM/s320/DSC01315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094297702727295730" /></a><br /><br />It was impressive how quick they got there, extended a ladder and jumped onto the roof. About the time that I was really starting to wonder if someone was in the apartment, the windows began to shatter. The firemen were chopping out every part of both windows, glass, frame, security bars -- everything. It all fell to the sidewalk from the 3rd story. <br /><br />The hoses kicked on, more suited firemen kicked in the door on the ground level and went in. We watched a while longer, seemed like no one was home, it was under control. Tell you this ... THAT WOULD SUCK!! Coming home to your apartment, your one sanctuary, and it is all charred. Holiday Inn? <br /><br />Sunday - The day of the big show. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. Spent all day Sunday hittin up a concert on Randall's Island. Saw Rage Against the Machine, rocked out! That experience probably deserves a post all its own. To be continued...Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-24253897801732848892007-07-19T17:03:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:15:30.048-08:00Explosion = A Long WeekendGot up this morning, caught the downtown D train and headed to work, same as I always do.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCmhYMIEG8w6ecToHuxidN0py6Ej6OgxvNsVvzorZuGEOgxZyrZ626JH030oT4WQvMa_mP3_zGgoH37g-EGZH7RPTlpkE48BVwkt579dQKDyT10NbRu4u7GnP-OxFmE4spAvzKVSTNTk/s1600-h/dline.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCmhYMIEG8w6ecToHuxidN0py6Ej6OgxvNsVvzorZuGEOgxZyrZ626JH030oT4WQvMa_mP3_zGgoH37g-EGZH7RPTlpkE48BVwkt579dQKDyT10NbRu4u7GnP-OxFmE4spAvzKVSTNTk/s200/dline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089067121993404818" /></a><br /><br />I got off and began walking east along 40th, but ended up having to cut south along Park Ave and then back up 3rd Ave. There was a huge area cordoned off by the police and people were walking in the street, taking pictures and standing around.I finally made it near my building, only to find out that work had been canceled. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Just check out this cop telling us we have to enter down the street. All the cops had face masks, I didn't - should I be concerned?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc0OwDC4tTw/Rp_-s5yJUYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jna0-yk3lOU/s1600-h/P1020008.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc0OwDC4tTw/Rp_-s5yJUYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jna0-yk3lOU/s320/P1020008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089066151330795906" /></a><br /><br />Once I figured out work was a no-go I did my best to get some pictures on and then headed to the Park.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Everywhere you looked the street was torn up.</span> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtI7h4q0QJ9ZiLHuqxruPiPW40NEcsJ_yHBClKK5HP1ZrshNkQkaHOuxXsF2RL9rPTm97UDrhL6zv0gH7_hBpPDDXb2w-QpzDBLh_FgZJa2bWmxh3qfBc9FHtkUQcQzDqjVzF9s1tMZY/s1600-h/P1020005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtI7h4q0QJ9ZiLHuqxruPiPW40NEcsJ_yHBClKK5HP1ZrshNkQkaHOuxXsF2RL9rPTm97UDrhL6zv0gH7_hBpPDDXb2w-QpzDBLh_FgZJa2bWmxh3qfBc9FHtkUQcQzDqjVzF9s1tMZY/s320/P1020005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089076334698254850" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">There were semi-truck generators powering all the equipment and probably part of the block. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXenxofh3VjtxWjMhB8oYzIUrYcIA_FD6PJOpVXB1pIT2ilWRfe_wInwnlr5gamlbMSQzq55lcy_pfMtL_lW8puXdpGi7IWK1smNPONtr2JC3WOrh2n_X7hYCa5oZGR02yMu3ZRmPkucE/s1600-h/P1020011_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXenxofh3VjtxWjMhB8oYzIUrYcIA_FD6PJOpVXB1pIT2ilWRfe_wInwnlr5gamlbMSQzq55lcy_pfMtL_lW8puXdpGi7IWK1smNPONtr2JC3WOrh2n_X7hYCa5oZGR02yMu3ZRmPkucE/s320/P1020011_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075982510936562" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And, of course the media was there. This is the best shot I could get of the actual crater in the street. (Click on the pic to try and see it in the distance). </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRXY8T5hR4G1VMiiLT4r6cNGjWRBLytxaXHghqwHN2aSRRIUV5fWmYWxZ5Et5AFDebgdHVGLlrgM2guo3ySXmeBTEjTRwN999JtjBiA62eGapNJ5xyYocAyjCReK4kV7FP5uwxpCSfA4/s1600-h/P1020013_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRXY8T5hR4G1VMiiLT4r6cNGjWRBLytxaXHghqwHN2aSRRIUV5fWmYWxZ5Et5AFDebgdHVGLlrgM2guo3ySXmeBTEjTRwN999JtjBiA62eGapNJ5xyYocAyjCReK4kV7FP5uwxpCSfA4/s320/P1020013_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075647503487458" /></a><br /><br /><br />Instead of work, I ended up sitting in the Park and watching some performers from Broadway sing numbers from Rent, The Drowsy Chaperon, Phantom of the Opera and Avenue Q. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqCjfWPnEIbEN5DMpt0PqPmAeX6pugr8HyjyqoXh1Ze5aQczW-OiIgXnLCtd0Mc0VTlNyzVrOoGb8T1g4Wa7utrZEwmEGz0_wWqFPWTPzGlwsH81V99Lj3AfaKhwN_SJB2ySudad6Emc/s1600-h/P1020016_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqCjfWPnEIbEN5DMpt0PqPmAeX6pugr8HyjyqoXh1Ze5aQczW-OiIgXnLCtd0Mc0VTlNyzVrOoGb8T1g4Wa7utrZEwmEGz0_wWqFPWTPzGlwsH81V99Lj3AfaKhwN_SJB2ySudad6Emc/s320/P1020016_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075192236954066" /></a><br /><br /><br />Much better than working. Plus, word on the street is that work is canceled for tomorrow too. Guess I will have to find something interesting to do.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788896284690485560.post-20140881909558468142007-07-18T16:42:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:15:30.636-08:00Close Call in Midtown Manhattan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMhZzBmALfWBi2pBPkHkNERA9QWrnxDWWnnrRvfzm31IYuJp6AHTtGVZBBPC8gKUFrv51yHNXFP2H6SqHsgn0oXCPpWQXwNxCYULaR0YXKORWsN1MLlXPLaxzFSFvSaeKb6gJawEeL9k/s1600-h/P1020003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMhZzBmALfWBi2pBPkHkNERA9QWrnxDWWnnrRvfzm31IYuJp6AHTtGVZBBPC8gKUFrv51yHNXFP2H6SqHsgn0oXCPpWQXwNxCYULaR0YXKORWsN1MLlXPLaxzFSFvSaeKb6gJawEeL9k/s320/P1020003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088694189983093074" /></a><br />Just got home from work. What a day. It started off with rain this morning. I heard there was a bunch of crazy rain and tornadoes in Long Island (isn't that a Midwest thing?) <br /><br />Anyway, I was getting ready to wrap up the day when <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/2007/07/18/2007-07-18_steam_explosion_in_midtown.html">the room started to shake</a>. No one knew what was happening - Someone ran by me and yelled: "Get out of the building! so I grabbed my shit and headed down the stairs. It was a long way down - I am on the 27th floor. I was calm, I never was really worried, but a lot of other people were hyper ventilating and sorta crying. I think that is the only part that really freaked me - that, and the fact that everyone was trying to make calls and send text messages, instead of getting down the f*ckin steps. <br /><br />By the time I hit the street I could feel the rumble again and heard someone say that it was a steam or transformer explosion. The rumble was LOUD, consistent and shaking the buildings all around me. You could see the glass moving. It sounded like thunder or an earthquake, but steady. I did my best to find co-workers and let them know I was OK, but with little success. I assume a lot of people just went straight to Happy Hour. Seemed like heading home was the best idea. Besides - I needed a beer. <br /><br />I tried to head to my train, noticed chunks of cement that had been blown up from the middle of the street and a huge crater with steam billowing out of it. The firemen were hiding around a corner, trying to decide the best plan of action. It was pretty intense, I needed to get the hell out of there. Before I left, I grabbed what pics I could and then cops shooed everyone down the block. Thank God, my train was still running - I wasn't gonna have to walk home!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUoXvZWgG0R_EkoEjSXq7Kt5us6IxDzkWtFuxr2BPXgR3JiRq5cQ9_7cSV5GkOsjFzaEA8Kb44oJZdXrxRmX2ygp1wwzlVI0jp8It6rVGyrh4_-uK0ODPL7PboLS3oqUG9wvtC4i6Q7g/s1600-h/P1020002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUoXvZWgG0R_EkoEjSXq7Kt5us6IxDzkWtFuxr2BPXgR3JiRq5cQ9_7cSV5GkOsjFzaEA8Kb44oJZdXrxRmX2ygp1wwzlVI0jp8It6rVGyrh4_-uK0ODPL7PboLS3oqUG9wvtC4i6Q7g/s320/P1020002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088693747601461570" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktGXb5b0ODpAuH7YQUUGWB1zTWepEGVF9Ky3pP4CBOcsT2uEFTEHsG2lj6npgTvAUR4SQkUuJqTtByyr_3rYvsGN9jteFB3pUKP1aNbvysv_eDi-shS4eI2M-Qs0AsWhBSrueWU7My60/s1600-h/P1020004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktGXb5b0ODpAuH7YQUUGWB1zTWepEGVF9Ky3pP4CBOcsT2uEFTEHsG2lj6npgTvAUR4SQkUuJqTtByyr_3rYvsGN9jteFB3pUKP1aNbvysv_eDi-shS4eI2M-Qs0AsWhBSrueWU7My60/s320/P1020004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088694593710018914" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19837147/">Check out this video!</a><br /><br />I heard there is a chance that work me be canceled tomorrow. Keeping my fingers crossed.Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13473053904947693933noreply@blogger.com4