Mary and I started off from Jaffrey in a snow storm, slow driving to at least Massachusetts. Better as we passed through Connecticut, across the Tappan Zee to the Garden State, south to the Turnpike all the way to the end. Through the outskirts of Wilmington to Rockland Mills where we enjoyed an evening with John and Carlie Levinson, having a fine dinner at Krazy Kats in Montchanin Village. After breakfast on Tuesday, we went down the road to New Castle, the oldest part of Wilmington, and drove and walked around. Visited Oak Knoll Books to pick up a copy of Tony Rota's reminiscences of the book trade. Across the bridge to New Jersey and on mostly backroads across to Margate, where we paid respects to "Lucy" the Elephant (see http://www.lucytheelephant.org).
Leaving Lucy behind, we headed north a few miles to a true Jersey beauty spot: Atlantic City. Found a parking spot and ran into Caesers, made a circuit around the main floor, used the loo and risked 50 cents each on the quarter slots. No jackpot. Continued on our way. Had soup for lunch. Eventually found ourselves in Sea Bright, nearly as high as you can go on the Jersey coast. Found Conrad's house, the last one on the street and overlooking the Shrewsbury River. That night--Tuesday--we had drinks and dinner at Conrad's, along with her friend Bill Roach.
Next morning after breakfast, Conrad, Mary and I headed for Manhattan, through Red Bank, up the Garden State, onto the Turnpike, through the Lincoln Tunnel and across Manhattan to Conrad's apartment on 78th Street. Dropped off stuff, then a few blocks away to pick up a chair. Found a parking spot, then off to the Metropolitan Museum to meet others for lunch at 12:30. Up to the Trustees' Dining Room with a nice view of the Park and Christo's Gates.
At the Met for lunch. L to R: Myrna Fawcett, Alice Spencer, Christine Rumely, Fern Letnes, Conrad Paulus and Mary Payson.
Here we are on the roof of the Met overlooking the Park.
Some views of The Gates.
The next morning (Thursday), I met up with John and Christine for breakfast at Nectar on the corner of Madison and 82nd and caught up on things. The pancakes and sausage were great. Back to Conrad's and soon we were headed off to the West Side to see the Alexander Hamilton show at the New-York Historical Society. On the way, a perfect parking space beside the Frick caused us to jettison that plan and to decide on the Frick instead. An hour or so later, with lunchtime approaching, we headed south to Hudson Street and had beer and sandwiches at the White Horse Tavern, famous for being where Dylan Thomas drank himself to death. We escaped that fate and set off further south to find 'Antarctica,' a pub with absolutely no connection to the Antarctic, save the name, but one I wanted to take a photo of in any event. Close by was the Holland Tunnel which we sped through on the way to our next stop, the IKEA store in Elizabeth. By the time we exited from there, the snow had begun falling. We forged ahead and were back in Sea Bright in time for drinks and a light supper.
In and outside of the White Horse Tavern.
Conrad's house in Sea Bright.
At the Twin Lights at Highlands.
Louis' Lunch in New Haven.
On our way again, we sped up I-91, through Hartford, Springfield and off at Northfield. Through Winchester, then Keene to Marlborough where we picked up Corky, then back to Jaffrey Center. 870 miles on the clock.