No picture can do this artwork justice - it is too large to be captured in a single picture. To appreciate it, one has to get close to these giant pieces of rolled steel, walk around them and inside them to appreciate them for what they are. As much as I think the artist (Richard Serra) is an asshole for his reaction to people who rejected his work (Tilted Arc) because it interfered with with their movement in a congested area of Manhattan, I will give him credit for having made interesting, engaging art with large pieces of steel.
You might be asking: why am I starting off with this picture? It's because my weekend started off with a museum visit with GFJ. And it's something we used to do more of in the early days of our relationship.
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GFJ and I planned to take the same train into NYC. That meant that she had to make it to Beacon by 11:00 for an 11:10 train, and I would have to make it to Cortlandt 30 minutes later. GFJ was expecting that I would meet her in Croton, and was very surprised that I got on the train 1 stop earlier. We had a pleasant conversation on our way into NYC, with me making commentary on the little things I've noticed in my countless number of commutes into the city.
You'll note in the above picture, that the sign for the Museum of the American Gangster is almost an afterthought in the picture. This is by design. The museum is in a small part of the building which houses a Theater, a Bar, and a group of residences. Who'd suspect the history that this building has unless s/he has taken the museum tour.
The museum of the American Gangster is a small museum with few artifacts. If you were to go there and look at the main exhibit floor, you'd think you were being ripped off for the $20 admission fee. And I wouldn't blame you for feeling this way. I've been to museums which have had many more and better artifacts related to the American Mobs and Prohibition. (For example, one museum I visited has the car that Bonnie and Clyde were in when they were gunned down. Another had bricks of grape juice, which when "improperly" stored and handled according to cautionary warnings on the box, would "accidentally" turn from grape juice into wine. And the Museum of the American Constitution in Philadelphia had a "Whiskey 8" motorcar on display.)
There are two redeeming things about this museum. The first is that the is housed in a former brothel, and the tour walks you from the brothel area, through the speakeasy (now a legal bar), and ends in the ballroom of the speakeasy where the "Swells" danced the night away. The other thing about the museum was the tour guide. She gave a reasonably comprehensive history of the American Mob up to the 1970's in a 60 minute tour, and provided tidbits that my readings on the subject did not cover. (I love reading about vice in America, and enjoy visiting places such as "Miss Dolly's" (in Ketchikan, AK) for their immoral history. (BTW - I missed "Miss Dolly's" on my trip to Alaska because of my then ignorance, and will go to that museum if I get there again.)
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Once we were done with the museum, we went to Chinatown, ending up at the Nom Wah Tea Parlor. And that's where we gorged on Dim Sum. YUM! By the time we finished our meal, we had a single "meal sized" egg roll left, and I asked for it to be put into a doggie bag to go. However, I wasn't really into bringing this treat home with me, nor was GFJ into doing it due to the length of our trips home. If I had seen a trash receptacle, I'd have deposited the egg roll there. But I ended up doing something that someone was grateful for. There was a homeless person on the street begging for money - and he was very glad that I gave him that egg roll. I guess providence was guiding me today without me knowing it.
Next, GFJ was interested in seeing Rockefeller Center's Christmas Tree. So we took the train to Times Square, and walked to 50th street and over to 5th avenue. The area was jam packed with people, and it was almost impossible to get a view of the tree. But we were able to get a couple of pictures before moving on. When we reached 5th avenue, we couldn't move any further. Saks 5th Avenue's store Christmas Light display was causing people to pack themselves in like sardines to watch the animated display of lights. When the active display ended, we could barely get into a position to make it to St. Patrick's Cathedral.
The last time I was at St. Pat's, the place was under renovation. Tonight, I can appreciate why so many people consider the cathedral a special place (from a non religious viewpoint). It is a beautiful building. But it is not a church I'd want to attend - if one were to attend services there, one is merely a face in the crowd. This is not the feeling I want when I go to church. About 20 minutes later, we left the church and went back to Grand Central for our train home. We got there with about 10 minutes to spare before the train left - and had a relaxing ride up the river with nothing serious being said.
All in all it was a pleasant day, and it was the type of thing we should have done more often to keep things special between the two of us.
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Sunday came early, and I didn't. I should say that the sun came out, and I turned off all of my alarms then slept until the afternoon. This, I expect, should screw up my sleep patterns for the next week or two.
There was a basket of clothes to be washed, a basket of clean clothes to put away, and a pile of folded clothes on the other side of the bed waiting to go into dresser drawers - all waiting for me to take care of them. Since my cleaning lady would be expected to come this Thursday for her monthly visit, this would be the perfect day to straighten things up, pick up a Christmas gift or two, and make some productive use of my time. But did I do most of this? Nooooooo!
For the most part, I lounged around all day until 6:30 pm or so. Eventually, I made it to BJ's where I didn't find what I was looking for (a pair of sweats I could give to my dad on his birthday and on Xmas), but still ended up spending $90 or so. On the way home from there, I chatted with GFJ, and then picked up stuff at the supermarket before going home for the night.
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I don't feel bad about today's inactivity because I have a busy week ahead of me. Tomorrow, I'll have an Arts Westchester meeting followed by a Fun Time Friends meetup. Tuesday will have me seeing people for a Census Bureau position, then attending the last co-op board meeting of the year. Wednesday will be relatively free, as I only have dinner with the Beacon Dining Meetup Group on my schedule. Thursday is dedicated to Lunch with BXM, followed by games in Yonkers. (I may use the gap between these two events to either see a movie or to pass my my brother's place to check on things.) And Friday will likely be my weekly stint at the LGBT Center, followed by dinner with Patty. Now, if only I could find some time to see about applying for Global Entry (and scheduling an in-person appointment), so that I can get a TSA Trusted Traveler number and expedited customs clearance when I return on an international flight.
