Last but not least...
Lunch With Captain Dan - Eat Your Heart Out Melly - and the Sights of the City - Part 3 of 3
After a fantastic nights sleep on those dreamy beds with the city that doesnt sleep right outside my window, the first stop today is St. Patricks Cathedral. Bridget and I pay homage to our patron saints St. Patrick and St. Brigid. The Cathedral is a monument onto itself and brings inner peace and serenity to all who cross the threshold. Wonder which Maelstromer I thought of here??
Rockefeller Center and and Radio City are next. An aside here, with apologies to any Today Show watchers. Katie Couric, in this reporters esteemed opinion- not a fastpass. I was sorry to see the ice skating rink gone and an outdoor café in its place. But, as Bridget reminded me, they cant have an outdoor skating rink when its not winter, duh. Whos the smartie now?? Gotta love your teens. If you can keep your sanity through it, they do come out the other side as fine, loving contributors to our society. Even if they are a pain in the behind at times.
Lunch with Captain Dan at Bubba Gumps. Eat your heart out Melly. There was quite a collection of memorabilla from movie. Call sheets, photos and costumes. I was a little miffed, though, when I placed my order. First I ordered the Shrimp Shack Pasta. No can do. Its not on our menu anymore. Then I tried the Penne Pasta with Shrimp and Scallops. No can do were all out of shrimp. Hello- this is Bubba Gumps. SHRIMP FACTORY?? Heck, shrimp is the fruit of the sea, just go out and pick some more! Would you believe I ended up eating a cheeseburger and fries? At Bubba Gumps. SHRIMP FACTORY?! And by the way, Zzub?? My waiters nametag
Bubba Helpershoes. A relation to Susie by chance? I did see him consulting the register journal. Thats when I knew for sure thered be no fruit of the sea for me.
Battery Park and a peek at Lady Liberty up next on this fine day. The weather is gorgeous and its great to be out and about. I love Battery Park and pause to reflect at the East Coast Memorial which features eight 19-foot-high granite walls, or pylons, inscribed with the name, rank, and home state of 4,601 servicemen who lost their lives in the Atlantic Ocean during World War II.
Our last stop before we hit the road for the return trip was the site of the World Trade Center. It is both painfully haunting and wistfully hopeful. Like most New Yorkers I know, my BIL wont speak of it much. Gone, but not forgotten, and may God have mercy on my soul, not forgiven. In all my days I will never comprehend the utter lack of regard for human life. Ever. And I hope that sentiment, gone, but not forgotten, will be reflected in whatever they eventually agree to do at that site. Reflection there makes you thank God for what youve got and quit yer bellyaching about what you dont. And hold your loved ones close. For the future is uncertain, and cant be forseen.