My first posting on this trip will be without a photo. This blog is accepting only photos I took in 2015 or before. It does not recognize that I have a new phone. Later on I’ll plead with it and try to get it to accept new photos. But for now I’ll just describe things my favorite way — with words.
Only in New York... The MTA subway makes accommodations for the semi-handicapped. As I was lugging a big suitcase I saw a sign that said “stairs to elevator.” Oh. As I was standing there a nice New Yorker said, “Would you like me to carry your bag up the stairs?” Yes indeed. The bag was one I was taking to a FedEx office. Slava had brought it from Russia and didn’t need it for our vacation trip. While he was in the hotel dealing with jet lag I was on an errand shipping the bag to our next door neighbor. It wasn’t all that heavy, but the nice gentleman that helped me — and others who helped me later — had every reason to be intimidated by the bag’s hefty size. To that that first guy and to the others: thank you, and thank you, and thank you...
A reader might ask, “What’s an old lady doing schlepping a big suitcase around New York subways when she could take a taxi or Uber or Lyft?” The answer starts with the premise, “What’s an old lady doing...” Ah, I don’t feel like an old lady. And although it sometimes takes me a bit longer now to get things done, I still feel I can manage. So going up and down staircases with a big bag is something I felt I could do, bumpity bumpity bumpity. But I’m not so proud as to turn down help.
The FedEx office I chose was within walking distance of my next destination, the Brooklyn office of TKTS. My intent was to score half price tickets to a Saturday matinee of “Hello Dolly,” but as luck would have it, the understudy was no longer performing the lead role. Bette Midler is back from vacation, and not a seat will be vacant for the rest of the run. We’ll be going instead to a revival of “Miss Saigon,” and seeing a possible future Broadway star (not a current one) in the lead singing role.
Only in New York... The MTA subway makes accommodations for the semi-handicapped. As I was lugging a big suitcase I saw a sign that said “stairs to elevator.” Oh. As I was standing there a nice New Yorker said, “Would you like me to carry your bag up the stairs?” Yes indeed. The bag was one I was taking to a FedEx office. Slava had brought it from Russia and didn’t need it for our vacation trip. While he was in the hotel dealing with jet lag I was on an errand shipping the bag to our next door neighbor. It wasn’t all that heavy, but the nice gentleman that helped me — and others who helped me later — had every reason to be intimidated by the bag’s hefty size. To that that first guy and to the others: thank you, and thank you, and thank you...
A reader might ask, “What’s an old lady doing schlepping a big suitcase around New York subways when she could take a taxi or Uber or Lyft?” The answer starts with the premise, “What’s an old lady doing...” Ah, I don’t feel like an old lady. And although it sometimes takes me a bit longer now to get things done, I still feel I can manage. So going up and down staircases with a big bag is something I felt I could do, bumpity bumpity bumpity. But I’m not so proud as to turn down help.
The FedEx office I chose was within walking distance of my next destination, the Brooklyn office of TKTS. My intent was to score half price tickets to a Saturday matinee of “Hello Dolly,” but as luck would have it, the understudy was no longer performing the lead role. Bette Midler is back from vacation, and not a seat will be vacant for the rest of the run. We’ll be going instead to a revival of “Miss Saigon,” and seeing a possible future Broadway star (not a current one) in the lead singing role.
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