Burringham to Boston-My 2003 World Trip-Part 9-USA (Boston)

The USA

Boston

I’m on American Airlines Flight 1792 Calgary to Chicago. It’s a  Super 80 and packed, but comfortable enough. There’s no food on either of my flights to Boston, so when I get to O’Hare airport I find an excellent food mall and have a lovely Chinese mix. This is as busy as LA was, but at least they’re much more organised here and my transfer went very smoothly. American Airlines flight 1604 Chicago to Boston is less comfortable and three and a half hours later I’m pleased to disembark before deep vein thrombosis sets in.

     Through customs and immigration smoothly and I’m met by Thomas and Agnes Clifford, Aggie is another of Peggy’s sisters. Aggie and Peggy were very close, and kept in touch regularly over the years via letters and telephone and of course the reunions.

                   

           This is my third visit to New England, but the first without Peggy. The last time we were here, was in 1997, accompanied by our twin daughters Sarah and Marie.

The following year 1998 was the second major reunion in Ireland, when all fourteen brothers and sisters got together for the second and last time.

         

Back:- Phil, Johnny, Peggy, Bridie, Ann, Helen, Tommy, Terry, Eamon and Cha

                                    Front:-Kate, Pat, Marie and Aggie

This was going to be the most poignant part of my trip, both Peggy and Terry were now gone, and wonderful memories, especially our 30th Wedding Anniversary in ’97 would be strong in my mind.

      It’s late night as we leave the airport, so the traffic isn’t too bad. Boston’s traffic can be horrendous at times. Aggie and Thomas had moved house, since ’97,and with their son and daughter in law Chris and Arlene, and two grandchildren Tommy and Leigha had bought a two family house, with Chris and family upstairs and Thomas and Aggie on the ground floor. Its still in the same area of Boston, and I soon recognise a few landmarks. I get the grandkids downstairs room, and as it’s been a long day I’m soon sleeping like a log.

        Tuesday 2nd September. Aggie’s cooked loads of bacon and eggs, so I’m soon well breakfasted. Aggie works part time, Tom since having a stroke has retired from his job with the city council, but occasionally works part time. Aggie’s going to work today so me and Tom head out looking for a cheap hire car for me. Prices seem to have gone up on most things since I was last in the US, and it seemed no different with hire cars. Tom soon comes up with the solution though, Patriot Motors with Irish connections give me a good deal on a Prism Geo Chevy, and I’ve got wheels.

               A lunch time drink with Chris at Ricks bar then back to the house in West Milton St, where I meet up with Annemarie. Besides their son Chris, Tom and Aggie have two daughters AnneMarie and Rosie (RoseMarie). Rosie is living in Dublin, Ireland, AnneMarie lives in an apartment close to the city.

    The last time I saw AnneMarie was when she was working and living in Manhattan. Me, Peggy, the twins and another cousin Sheila (McManus) had watched the sun set and the lights come on from the top of the World Trade Centre. She’s getting over a difficult period in her life, but she’s thinking positive and it’s great to see her.

  Wednesday 3rd September. Drove down to the Arboretum today, lovely views of the city skyline from here. Had lunch at the Tahiti with Chris, nice Chinese chicken chow mein.

Spent a bit of time on Tom’s computer this afternoon. Tom runs a weekly TV show called ‘Ireland on the Move’ on the Boston Neighbourhood Network (BNN). The biggest ethnic community in Boston are the Irish and so his show tends to be very popular. He’s getting his website’Irelandonthemove.com’ up and running, but Tom’s much better behind a video camera than sitting at a computer, and maybe I can help out a bit.

  Evening time and I let Leigha and Tommy tire me out. Are kids getting more active these days, or am I getting past it?

             Thursday 4th September. On a train trip into the city today and I get a good view of the ‘Big Dig’ on the way in. This is one of the biggest civil engineering projects in any city in the States. The Central Artery is a six lane elevated highway into the city, which is going to be replaced by an 8-10 underground expressway. It even has it’s own website on the internet called ‘Bigdig.com’. Chris is a foreman/welder on the project.

          This is one of America’s oldest cities, and I do the tourist trail taking in Boston Common, Beacon Hill and the State House, it rained when I got to the City Hall and I got soaked. Into the shelter of Faneuil Hall where I have a sumptuous chicken pot pie for lunch. A walk round Quincy Market, the wharfs and waterfront doing lots of videoing then I’m over to the Seaport district and the Boston Tea Party ship. America may only have a short history compared to the UK but most of its right here. I could write paragraphs of the sights and sounds I saw in one day, it really is a wonderful city.

Boston

   Back home and Aggie’s got the biggest steaks in the world cooking, Annemarie’s joined us for tea.

             Friday 5th September. I’m having a day out with AnneMarie today. After picking her up at her apartment we head for South Boston.

First stop is the beachside café for coffee and a bite to eat, then onto the historic Castle Island via William J. Day Boulevard. The view is Boston Harbour and Logan international airport, boats and planes together (was that Mel Gibson’s yacht).A really nice walk round and a photo call on the pier amongst the fishermen.

      Me and AnneMarie South Boston                              Boston USA

Back in the car and AnneMarie takes charge of the video camera.  I’m given a running commentary as we head for the dockside. We see ships loading and unloading, police yachts patrolling the harbour, and as we get to the end of the dock the car radio’s playing Otis Reading’s ‘Sittin’ on the dock of the bay’. I stop the car and we sing along taking in the views. Brilliant.

       Back along Drydock Avenue to the Boston Design Centre. This is one amazing building fronted by a headless Rodin statue. It’s 8 stories high, about 6 wide and in excess of half a mile long. It’s a wholesale and retail outlet for the fashionable people of Boston, where you can get designer anything for anything, with names like Urban Archaeology and Clive Christian. If you’ve got the money, get it here ,this is pure opulence. I could have sold my house and with the rest of my life savings put a deposit on one bathroom suite.

  We head back towards Dedham via the more exclusive suburbs and stop for a beer at the ‘Village Manor’ pub. It’s been a very enjoyable outing.

        This evening Tom, myself and AnneMarie are at the Irish Cultural Centre where we sit in on a session of traditional Irish singers and musicians. I was honoured with a couple of Scottish classics.

              Saturday 6th September. Downtown Boston today with Chris. We look round some of the projects he’s involved in. We take a mini tour through Little Italy then an odd Guinness and a game of darts in one of Boston’s many Irish pubs.

    Aggie and Thomas treat me and AnneMarie to a great meal in a lovely restaurant who’s name escapes me(coffee spilt on my diary entry).I really have encountered only kindness and generosity on this trip.

Sunday 7th September. Tom and myself, after a full Irish breakfast in a great café, are at the Irish cultural centre to watch the All Ireland football final on satellite TV, only it’s the wrong week. We stay anyway because there are lots of activities going on and he’ll get some material for his show. We talk to Seamus P. Mulligan the host of a radio show by the name of ‘A feast of Irish Music’. Aggie arrives with Tommy and Leigha and we have a great day.

                                              Tommy Leigha and Friend

We call in at Dempsey’s on the way home where I’m introduced to friends from Cavan and Leitrim .As always good ’Craic’.

         Monday 8th September. I say goodbye to Tom and Aggie (I’ll see them in Connecticut) and set off down Interstate 95.Peggy would have been 61 today.


Postscript
Thi s post is dedicated to AnneMarie who tragically died on September the 5th 2006.
My most cherished memories of her, are of that fun day travelling around Boston with not a care in the world.

Burringham to Boston-My 2003 World Trip-Part10-USA (Bridgeport)

Bridgeport

I decide to miss Providence Rhode Island and head along Interstate 295 and the scenic Route 6 joining Interstate 395 and back onto Interstate 95 at New London.

                The drive is pleasant. In the USA there is so much more listening choice on the car radio. It just a case of seek and ye will find. I’m listening to lots of Middle of the road, oldies and country. One song’s been following me round the world, it’s Dobie Gray’s ‘Drift Away’. Maybe the spy satellites have a recording somewhere of me singing along.

         Past New Haven on I95, traffic begins to build up. This is the main artery into New York city from the east and driving habits change and become more aggressive.

(Travelling with Phil on I95 sometime later I asked him about road rage and I quote his reply, ’Road Rage!, I ******* invented it’).

    I get slightly lost in Bridgeport, but eventually find my way to Phil and Anne McGovern’s house.

        I’ve already mentioned a little about Phil and Anne. I’ve known all the brothers since first visiting Ireland in the 60s.Phil should be settling down to a quiet retirement, but he’s like a fuse about to go off(he was a drummer in a band in his youth) and always has some project on the go

        Anne is from Rooskey, Roscommon, Ireland. Phil and Anne ran the Hotel Shalamar there for a number of years. Anne has been described by some of her sister-in-laws as an angel. Phil calls her Mother Theresa.

      Anne or Annie is the best organiser the McGovern’s have in their midst and she really does have a heart of gold. After Peggy died she was brilliant with her words and letters of comfort to me and my family. She’s organising the party.

I don’t know if I already mentioned this, but three of my four daughters Michele, Sarah, Marie, Michele’s husband Steve and my grandchildren Callum and Erin will be coming over for my birthday party. Lynn wont be making it since her and Dean are expecting their first child shortly.    

            I’ve got a nice big room upstairs till the rest of my family get here, and I’m soon settled in and well fed.

               Phil and Anne like to go long walks on Bridgeport beach to keep in shape(I want some of what they’re on),and I can’t keep up. I use the videoing as an excuse to lag behind. It’s certainly a lovely waterfront with playing fields, kids play parks a wide promenade, statues, old cannons and lighthouses. There’s a very imposing statue of P.T.Barnum, who was mayor of Bridgeport as well as one of Christopher Columbus. Tom Thumb and Robert Mitchum are amongst Bridgeport’s other notables.

We’re on Long Island Sound so there’s plenty of ships boats and yachts about, and it’s a beautiful evening.

Christopher Columbus Bridgeport CT

           Tuesday 9th September. I’ve got a niggling problem with a tyre going down, but having it checked out finds nothing.

         Phil and Anne have one daughter Maureen. Maureen’s married to Bobby Dragonetti and they have three great kids Jessica Sean and Brendan. We’re visiting them today at their lovely house in Danbury. It’s great to see them again, Sean and Jessica have grown up so quick, I think they’re both over 6ft now, and Brendan who once modelled toddler clothes for catalogues is big into racing his quad round the neighbourhood.

                  It’s great to catch up, and it’s great to see Bobby looking good considering he’d had half his bowels cut out this year. Maureen child minds 6 or 7 kids every day but that doesn’t stop her from cooking us a great meal today. I’m well supplied with liquid refreshment.

    Brendan takes me out as a pillion passenger on his quad, and I’ve got to hang on for dear life. I have a go myself afterwards at a fraction of the speed.

Brendans Quad

           Wednesday 10th September. At breakfast this morning Anne gets me to show her how I like my microwaved scrambled eggs, bless her.

                     It’s time for me to see if I can remember where the rest of Peggy’s brothers and sisters live and I set off down I95.My first stop is Byram located on the Connecticut side of New York city limits where Pat and Bridie live.

                 Bridie’s been a widow for a number of years now, with her four kids Michael, Kathleen, Sheila and Eddie long since grown up and left.

                     Pat’s a confirmed bachelor though he’s been linked to a number of very nice ladies over the years. To tell the truth, having holidayed in Ireland with him in August 2002 it seems he’s still considered to be a very desirable catch, so my assumption of his bachelorhood could be wrong.

           Pat’s out doing some of his charity work. Bridie and me have tea and discuss the injustices of life.

       I find my way up to Greenwich town centre and make my way to Guild Antiques where Ann may be working. Ann lives in Greenwich and has worked for the Rich family for a long time, In 1997 while her employers were at their Martha’s Vineyard residence, and with their blessing they allowed their magnificent house in the back country to be used for mine and Peggy’s 30th anniversary party. Ann isn’t in but I say hello to Gina Rich, who remembers me from a visit to the UK.

     Now I drive over to Stamford and find my way to Johnny’s house. Johnny is the youngest of the brothers and is married to Angela, they have three children Johnny, Mikey and Maureen. Mikey’s engaged to Melissa and they’re getting married 2005.  

I have an affinity with Angela since both of us are Scottish. Young Johnny’s in on his own ,so we have a gas and he sets me up with a drink.

     Now I’m trying to find Mary’s house in Rowayton. Mary is Terry’s widow. Terry died in 2000 and I have the fondest memories of him. They had two children, Eamon who’s my golfing and drinking buddy and still lives at home, and Eileen who’s married to Tim Quinn.

     I’m looking for Crooked Trail Rd, and I remember having trouble finding it on a previous visit. After passing it about six times I eventually find the house, but there’s no one in. At least I shouldn’t have as much trouble the next time.

   Back in Bridgeport cousin Noel is visiting. Noël was one of the main organisers of the two reunions and is from the ‘Terry ‘The Widow’’ side of the McGovern clan. I may have mentioned he and Phil founded and hosted an Irish radio show for a great many years, so whenever the two of them get together the world is put to rights, and many an anecdote told.(No I don’t think blarney would be the right word)

          Thursday 11th September. Me and Anne are out to lunch today, we’re going down to Norwalk where we’re meeting up with Anne sister Kitty and her husband Tom.

We get to Norwalk and park up at Stew Leonards, who claim to be the world’s largest dairy store and are featured in Ripley’s ‘Believe it or not’. It certainly looks big and they’ve even got their own mini farm complete with live animals.

      Tom and Kitty pick us up and we drive to a beautiful seafood restaurant on the waterfront. The fish and chips are very tasty but of course they’d only be second best to the haddock and chips at the Peacock Inn, Newhaven, Edinburgh. After lunch we take in the millionaire mansions. (Mine is still being built).

   Tonight we’re invited to Noel’s. Noël, his lovely wife Sharon and their son Terry live in the town of Trumbull, just north of Bridgeport. Their house is located in a nice wooded glade with a river close by. Beautiful food, throat kissing nectar and lots of light hearted discourse make for a wonderful evening.

    Friday 12th September. I keep Phil Company this morning as he goes out to Easton to weigh up a flagstone job he’s taken on. Nice area.

       This afternoon I take a run down to Rowayton to visit Mary. Eileen is visiting with her twin boys Tommy and John. Mary and I talk about Peggy and Terry and how losing them has affected us. We share a lot of the same feelings and wonder how two of the kindest people in the world could be taken away too soon.

         Tonight I accompany Phil to the Gaelic American club in Fairfield for a drink where we meet up with Noel and Sharon. This will be the venue for my forthcoming birthday party.

    Saturday 13th September. I’m taking Anne down to Greenwich today for a meeting with more of the family for party planning.I95 is a total mess today and we have to come off somewhere round Darien and get on to the Post road but we’re still going at a snails pace. We call in on Bridie at Byram before going up to Ann’s house. Ann, Angela and her Maureen are there so I get lots of hugs and kisses before getting kicked out.

  I go to the Horseneck Tavern where I strike up a conversation with one Anne Marie McGrath who’s the barmaid. Later I get talking to a friend of Phil’s who is a Scotsman by the name of Tommy Beddington.

   A much easier drive back to Bridgeport.

   Sunday 14th September. Very humid today, I’m suffering from Sciatica and Neuralgia today. Went to Maureen and Bobby’s with Phil and Anne and later to Molly Darcy’s, a big Irish pub at Danbury.

This evening Phil and me watched a great game between the Minnesota Vikings and the Chicago Bears.

     Monday 15th September. Still having problems with a deflating tyre and the lights have been giving me problems. Telephoned Patriot Motors and I’m on my way up to Boston to change the car. I decide to stick to I95 all the way and only going through Providence Rhode Island did I encounter any real volume of traffic.

I’ve now got a Buick Century, it’s an older car but lovely and comfortable with great suspension and big tyres, this is a real American car.

Aggie’s at home to make sure I’m fed before heading back.

This time I go the scenic route and find myself on Route 66 (ok its not the one of the song fame, but in my Buick it feels like it) going past the interestingly named Lake Porotopaug, over I91 and onto the Wilbur Cross and Merrit Parkways.

Tonight Noel calls in for a beer.

              Tuesday 16th September. A run out in the Buick today where I take in Ridgefield then Salem, and nearly get arrested for videoing the Titicus reservoir. Heading west through Purdy’s and Somers and lovely scenery, then through Yorktown to the Hudson at Peekskill.

The Hudson

I’m just down and the other side of the river from the Military Academy at West Point and now I head south to the town of Ossining. This is where the infamous prison of Sing-Sing is located. Here the townsfolk have built a memorial to the victims of September 11th.

Down through Tarrytown close to where the Tappan Zee Bridge crosses the river. I remembered crossing here when me and Peggy on our first visit were heading west to Cincinnati and having fun at the toll gates in New Jersey.

Onto I287 and back to Bridgeport. It’s been a nice cruisin’ day.

      Wednesday 17th September. I take a run up to New Haven today. This is the home of Yale University. A look round the town and I’m at the main entrance to Yale. The quadrangle of Yale University has been the setting of a many a Hollywood movie scene and suddenly I’m transported back into some classic movies. Fantastic!

A run up to Hampden and I come across East Rock park with fantastic views over New Haven. Really nice sunny day.

Overlooking Yale University

This evening we’re at Noels for a drink. Noel’s just received a book in which he features, I think it’s called ‘We lived with a mountain’ or ‘We lived a mountain’ by John Mcgourty, and is about the writers early experiences around the Cuilcagh Mountains in Ireland, the home of the McGovern’s.(There are many songs and stories of the Cuilcagh mountains, the area has such a wealth of history and character).

Noel is very generous with the ‘Uisquebar’, I may have to go on a detoxification programme back in the UK.

  Thursday 18th September. Took Anne shopping to Milford this morning. She went to the Honey Roast Ham Company and Bedbathandbeyond amongst others. If it sells in the US there’s a shop for it.

                Went labouring for Phil today. My level of fitness became quite apparent as I struggled moving flagstones for him. I blame it on all my world trip hosts who thought I was under nourished.

    We went down Bridgeport beach this evening where we saw rough seas and tree boughs bending in the wind caused by the edges of Hurricane Isabel.

    Friday 19th September. A round trip today saw me and Phil take Anne up to Danbury, and call in at Molly Darcy’s. Then down to the Elks club in Stamford and meet up with Johnny and a colleague Frankie Lynn.

 A trip to Fairfield club this evening and we meet up with Noel and Pat and an interesting gentleman by the name of Larry McQuade.

     Saturday 20th September. My twin daughters Sarah and Marie arrive in NY today. They’re staying in the Bowery in Manhattan for the first few days.

    Drove up to Danbury to pick up Anne and Brendan. She treated us to a lovely lunch at a Chinese restaurant. Back in Bridgeport took Brendan to the beach.

                   Maureen and Bobby are taking me up to Danbury to stay the night. Maureen’s kindly agreed to pick up Steve, Michele, Callum and Erin from JFK Airport tomorrow in her beautiful four tracker.

           We stop at Trumbull High School on the way. Sean’s in Danbury High School’s marching band and they’re in competition tonight.

This was a brilliant slice of the American way of life, with twirling flags and banners, percussionists, drummers, trumpeters and flautists in colourful uniforms really putting their hearts into their performances. There were 65 musicians in Sean’s Band alone and even the odd thunderstorm couldn’t dampen their spirits. The spectators couldn’t cheer loud enough. Bobby and myself were nearly arrested when a jobsworth decided to fetch a policeman to move us from under the stands while sheltering from a particularly heavy downpour. Mind you, Bobby did say to the guy ‘what are you going to do-have us arrested’. Fantastic!

A couple of beers and a chinwag ends another very entertaining day.

    Sunday 21st September. Breakfast at Bagelman in Danbury before we set off for JFK. Brendans along for the ride. It’s a nice cruise to the airport and the traffics not bad, we pass a few notable landmarks like Yankee stadium, Shea stadium and Flushing Meadows and get there with time to spare.

We get ourselves to the arrivals hall and I’ve got my video camera trained down the aisle, eventually they’re coming and as they get closer Callum spots me and shouts ‘Grandad’ and runs over to give me a big hug. Erin who couldn’t talk before I left home and now copies everything Callum does follows suit. It’s great to see them after four months.

    A lot more traffic on the road back to Bridgeport, with lots of motorcycles descending on New York city. Maureen copes well with the traffic though, with only the odd moment sounding like her father. Only kiddin’.

  At Bridgeport Anne’s got a welcoming feast fit for royalty and the family are soon settling in. Maureen and Brendan are heading back to Danbury.

It’s a beautiful day so Anne suggests we head for the beach, which we did and had a lovely afternoon.(The weather never got as good as this the rest of the trip).

Callum and Erin-Bridgeport beach

A bit of a panic when I convinced myself I’d lost my credit cards in the sand and my bank account would be emptied, only to find them on the bedside table later.

My jetlagged family with their extra five hours to their day opt for an early night.

   Monday 22nd September. A look round Westfield Mall(Michele and Steve love shopping) before heading for Danbury.

It’s not so warm today, but we’re determined to make use of Maureen’s swimming pool. Maureen got junior lifejackets for the kids and we’re soon splashing and fooling around. Erin’s shivering with cold but she’s not going to come out, she’s having too good a time. Callum’s busy pushing his Dad

off the diving board. Great fun.

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Steve and Callum

A brilliant day, and with Maureen’s help I’ve got us(Me, Michele, Steve and the kids)booked into a Days Hotel on 8th Avenue for our trip to Manhattan.

Burringham to Boston-My 2003 World Trip-Part 11-USA (The Big Apple)

The Big Apple

  Tuesday 23rd September. Anne makes sure we’ve a good breakfast in us before we head down I95 in the Buick. We’re parking the car at Mary and Eamons and catching the train into the city. It’s pouring out of the heavens. Luckily Eamon’s at home and makes two trips in his pickup truck to deposit us at Rowayton station.

 I’m always in awe coming into Manhattan on the train knowing that below ground level is a maze of tunnels bringing in essential services as well as the subway and mainline trains. The fact that this honeycomb is bearing the weight of one the most skyscraper congested cities in the world makes this a fantastic feat of engineering. The fact that one of the pioneers of this feat ’Pat the Glan man’ a McGovern from Glangevlin gives me a certain amount of pride of my association with this clan. We get to Grand Central Station where waiting to meet us are Sarah and Marie who are looking great after their weekend here.

Grand Central Station Manhattan

              After lots of hugs and kisses we’re into the magnificent main concourse and dwell a little to take it all in. We then look at a great TV and Film Exhibition in the Entrance hall before emerging onto 41st Street. This is Michele and Steve’s first visit, and I think I can safely say they were awestruck by the immensity of it all.

We turned left because I was thinking we were on 42nd Street and upon reaching Lexington Avenue I realised we were heading the wrong way. As it turned out that was ok. Because of the downpour in Rowayton we’d left the buggy for Erin in the boot of the car and enquiries led us to Conways on Third Avenue where we got a lightweight cheap one.

We get onto 42nd Street and walk to Times square and enjoying the hustle and bustle of it all. It’s just a short walk now to the Days hotel on 8th avenue, but our rooms aren’t ready yet so we lunch in a café opposite. The hotel rooms are great and we dump the bags and freshen up.

  Refreshed now we make our way to Broadway and head east passing all the great theatres till we reach Columbus circle and Central Park.

My Family, Central Park, NY

A relaxing walk through this beautiful oasis gets us to the kids play park where Callum and Erin find they’ve got nearly as much energy as the squirrels. A walk round to the Zoo to find it closed but we did spot a Polar bear and a Sea Lion from outside, maybe come back tomorrow. The Central Park horses and coaches get Callum excited.

   Out now onto Fifth Avenue and just past General Motors Headquarters

to F.A.O. Schwarz’s amazing toy store. The kids loved it.

         Now we’re window shopping at Tiffany’s and looking through the very ornate Trump Towers. Back on the street the traffic’s getting heavy. Yellow cabs are everywhere, steam is coming up from vents, city buses are advertising such things as ‘Judge Judy-New York’s Ultimate Truth Machine’, and the sounds of the city are unique. It really is just like the movies.

   We make our way down to Sixth Avenue or Avenue of the Americas and on reaching Radio City Music Hall found the NYPD putting up road barriers. The Presidents Motorcade was due to come this way from the United Nations. We decided to wait with lots of others to try and catch a glimpse of George Double Yah. After a while we were rewarded with shouts of here he comes. I point my video camera and press record. A later frame by frame viewing shows the motorcade consisting of nineteen motorbikes and twenty-eight assorted four wheeled vehicles with President Bush being in the second limousine. We saw the President.

    Night has fallen as we get back to Times Square. It’s a kaleidoscope of colour with it’s flashing and neon lights including the NASDAQ. The whole area is buzzing as we stop and take pictures and I do even more videoing.

Times Square

            Back at the hotel Sarah, Marie and myself volunteered to baby-sit while Michele and Steve went on the town, and after a while I let Marie and Sarah head back to their own hotel since the kids were well asleep. We arranged to meet up in the morning.
   Michele and Steve weren’t out late, they were still jetlagged having been on a rollercoaster since arriving in the States. They said they’d seen the Times Square Naked Cowboy. They’re hooked on the place now.
   Wednesday 24th September. I don’t know why I didn’t have a good nights sleep, the bed was good. We’re off to meet Sarah and Marie at Canal Street Subway so we purchase Metro cards to cover all our transport needs for the day. After a little confusion we find each other and set off walking to Ground Zero. We hit another bit of confusion when me and Sarah are waiting for the others coming out of a shop and they’re doing the same thinking we’re in one. Still, Sarah bought me a speciality pie while we were waiting. Confusion cleared up we get to Ground Zero.
          It ‘s really eerie, the last time me and the twins were here we watched night fall from the 107th floor looking down on the Empire state building. Now street vendors are selling vivid colour magazines with names such as ‘Tragedy’, a street musician’s playing plaintive tunes including ‘Amazing Grace’ on his flute, and there’s a kind of serene aura about the place that’s different to the normal brashness of New York. We spend a bit of time looking at the site, the symbolic twisted girder in the shape of a cross set in concrete and the memorial boards with the victim’s names on. Such a tragic and utterly pointless waste of life. If the spirit of the people of New York survives there’s hope for the human race yet.

1997             The World Trade Center           2003

Our next stop is a mix and match delicatessen selling hot and cold food which we’re going to eat in Battery Park.

I spotted Peter Lorre’s son, it couldn’t be anyone else with such distinctive features. Nobody believed me but I didn’t dare go ask him.

After eating we walked along the waterfront looking out to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island and watched the Staten Island ferry crossing. It was really nice and sunny as we came back through the park, the Silver Robot man was as still as a rock fooling people into thinking he was a statue. Another entertainer was impersonating

Mike Myers and others were doing a break dancing routine. A sculpture named the ‘Sphere’ which used to be in the WTC is now a memorial in Battery Park and we looked at that before heading for the subway.

We’re on the train and Callum judging by the wariness in his eyes isn’t too sure about all the screeching and hissing of this thing so he’s relieved when we get off at Lexington and 59th.A bit of shopping at Bloomingdales and Levis is what the family want to do, so I arrange to meet them outside F.A.O. Schwarz. I’m there early so I’m thinking I’ll see them if I sit on a bench outside central park. I miss them of course but they eventually find me. No Worries.

    On the way to the zoo we get offers of great reductions if we want our portraits painted. We decline and get to the zoo in time for a brilliant display by the sea lions. It’s a great zoo where all the animals seem happy with the exception maybe of the Polar Bear, he didn’t look too happy. I was videotaping some monkeys in their compound when I made a comment to one of my daughters about one of them playing with ‘his nuts’. Upon hearing a strange voice saying oh yes I realised I’d gaffed again and beat a hasty retreat.

   Back on the subway to Times Square and Toys R’Us. A very lifelike Dinosaur scares Callum, but Erin thinks its great, I pose with ET and Spiderman’s going to jump on Sarah. Heading for McDonalds next we catch a glimpse of Ashanti being driven away in a limo after making a personal appearance at a record store.

  Back at the hotel we say goodbye to Sarah and Marie, they’ll be up in Connecticut  by the weekend. A yellow cab to Grand Central and we’re back on the train to Rowayton. Me and Steve chill out with a pint can of Fosters each.

At Rowayton all the family are shattered so I leave them at the station while I collect the car and call and say hello to Mary and Eamon. Back up I95 to Bridgeport and bed, its been a hectic couple of days in the ‘Big Apple’.