I won't even bore you with my trip today to Staten Island. (In my entire life, I had not been to Staten Island even once, and now, in the space of weeks, I've been three times. )
But today I learned a piece of news that is probably not news to anyone at all. Still, considering my former lack of interest in Staten Island, it came as a newsflash to me: You can't take your car on the ferry anymore.
Shucks. I so had the Carly Simon soundtrack of Let the River Run looping through my brain. You know, the one from Working Girl: "Let the river run, let all the dreamers, wake the nation..."
I did pass right by the ferry, though. In my car. And considering it was a bar fight that had brought me to Staten Island, visions of big hair, and Tess and Cyn were clogging my thoughts. ("Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn't make me Madonna. Never will.")
But I said I wouldn't bore you, and of course, I have and, as usual, I digress.
Here's the real news: While crossing the Verrazano on my way back to the Battery Tunnel (lots of bridges and tunnels today!), I stole a glance at the BlackBerry and discovered that Ryck and Katy and Dream Voyager have cleared another hurdle on their way up the ladder. One step further away from the dreamscape...and into the real world. Where the waiting ends.
And the Giants beat the Jets.
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Boring post, NOT! I want to go on the ferry to Staten Island with Carly singing in the background. Good news, by the way.
Thanks, Marcella!
Thanks for the stroll down memory lane. No. I've never been to Staten Island. But I loved the movie Working Girl.
And also (a younger) Harrison Ford. And Let the River Run. Once I get that earwig in my head, I think I can sing! But I don't prance around in my undies like Madonna.
Terri,
I used to take the ferry to Staten Island a million years ago. My girl scout troop was earning a horsemanship badge. We took the bus from Flatbush to Bensonhurst, caught the ferry to Staten Island, and then bused to Clove Lake Stables to ride in the country. Then I remember the night the Verrazano Bridge first opened. One of my neighbors loaded up the neighborhood kids in his station wagon. We drove across the bridge, got Carvell, and then drove home. It was a big deal in my small world. I thought Brooklyn was the world then. I miss the old days. I went back to Brooklyn for a few days last summer and was pleased to see that some parts of that old world still exist. Like parts of Prospect Park. I was making everyone sick with saying that it has the best carousel in the world. Bigger and better than any I've ever seen. And lo and behold I proved it.
Nice, Celeste. Makes me feel I should have made the trip sooner. I get to Brooklyn occasionally, but essentially just the areas where the courthouses are. The neighborhood around Joralemon Street, near where the Appellate Division is, has become prettified gentrified, foodie shops and such, and the brownstones are still gorgeous. I'm not sure what that's called. Maybe Brooklyn Heights?
Terri, I had relatives who had a summer place on Staten Island and spent several weeks there in the summer. Of course that was a long time ago. Also went on the ferry with a bunch of crazy friends. We linked arms coming off and sang We're Off To See The Wizard.
Oh, I love the image of Janet with her crazy friends on the ferry!! Love the movie Working Girl too, a guilty pleasure. I took the kids to the ferry once and they loved it. It was chaotic though, so I didn't hum Carly Simon's theme song...
Janet and Jen, thanks for stopping by!
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