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But first I have to tell you about the best instance of self-queueing that I have ever seen. The other evening walking to 86th Street, here in Bay Ridge, I saw a line stretching for half a block and wondered what they were waiting for. They were queueing for a bus that wasn't there yet. I crossed the road laughing. So, Matt, the Brits have competition!
Indeed, I noticed that the last time I took a bus here, there was a small queue. Getting onto the bus I braced myself as usual, prepared to have the people behind ending up on the bus in front of me (never figured out how that happens). I was pleasantly surprised as I climbed the stairs to discover I had retained my place. Felt quite civilized.
In London, the crowd sort of mills about and when the bus comes it's a slow but sure free for all as a glob of humanity attempts to climb on at approximately the same time.
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The last morning was a slow one. Chris made scrambled eggs with tortillas, and then after we'd left, we kicked ourselves for forgotting to pack some of the oatmeal cookies we'd baked the night before. In this freezing weather you get hollow in no time. Without flour we had improvised with some Bisquick mix and Quaker oats, and we made cookies to go with our cocktails. Chris measured the ingredients, Jason whipped the mix, and I volunteered at the wrong time - to stir as Chris added the oats, man that was some stiff stirring, so Jason took over again, and I spooned the mix onto the baking trays. They were very good. I made sure to leave them in the oven beyond the estimated time to get a bit brown and crispy :)
The last morning was a slow one. Chris made scrambled eggs with tortillas, and then after we'd left, we kicked ourselves for forgotting to pack some of the oatmeal cookies we'd baked the night before. In this freezing weather you get hollow in no time. Without flour we had improvised with some Bisquick mix and Quaker oats, and we made cookies to go with our cocktails. Chris measured the ingredients, Jason whipped the mix, and I volunteered at the wrong time - to stir as Chris added the oats, man that was some stiff stirring, so Jason took over again, and I spooned the mix onto the baking trays. They were very good. I made sure to leave them in the oven beyond the estimated time to get a bit brown and crispy :)
Anyway, the boys carried my bags back to Brooklyn, we retied our shoelaces, and headed a few stops north on the R so we could catch the N down to Coney Island. The Intrepid Sea Air and Space Museum, we can do another time.
They were arguing last year about Astroland, the old theme park at Coney Island: Chris insisted it was closed, and Jason insisted it was open, and I agreed. Chris and I were supposed to go there before he started his job, but we ran out of time. Then, in August, it did close suddenly, and many rides were auctioned off. So we went to see it before any more changes take place.
N Train terminus at Coney Island
"Let me turn your cup around so you can see the name." As though the signs above his head don't already show it.
Who are they kidding, sure the menu is huge, but everyone goes for the dogs. Corn dogs, hot dogs, chili dogs, cheese dogs, you name it, they got it.
My camera had been hijacked for a few minutes, so there's me in the corner
Lurid Lomo colors of a bunch of flowers on the fence of Astroland. Nobody wanted the park to close.
The legendary Wonder Wheel in Lomo style
Coney Island Boardwalk
Long shadows of a winter afternoon
A fake palm tree on the frigid beach
The 1950s-era Parachute Drop
In trying to fix it, he broke it more
The sun was setting fast
The legendary Cyclone is very old
Coney Island Boardwalk
Long shadows of a winter afternoon
A fake palm tree on the frigid beach
The 1950s-era Parachute Drop
In trying to fix it, he broke it more
The sun was setting fast
The legendary Cyclone is very old
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Temperatures were near freezing, but armed with hot chocolate we made our way across the Brooklyn Bridge. It took just over half an hour to walk across the bridge to a subway outside Brooklyn City Hall.
Eerie arches of Brooklyn Bridge
Halfway to Brooklyn across the Hudson River
The Manhattan Bridge to the north as seen from the Brooklyn Bridge
Pier 17 and South Street Seaport to the south
Looking back towards Manhattan
Manhattan from the Brooklyn Bridge
Pier 17 and South Street Seaport to the south
Looking back towards Manhattan
Manhattan from the Brooklyn Bridge
In Brooklyn, I parted with them and wished Jason all the best in his flight test later this month.
Then I went home and came down with a cold a couple of days later! But it was worth it. All in all it had been a great few days with truly good friends.
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