Tag: East River

• Never Draw Straws On The N Train

  [The Raft of the Medusa, painted by Theodore Gericault. (Source: Google search.)] This afternoon, my wife and I actually left Manhattan and made a trip to one of the boroughs.  On purpose.  We rode out to Astoria, Queens (where my wife grew up) to visit my son, Brian and his girlfriend, Kristin.  We had a…

  patrickjegan

  October 21, 2015

  Blogging, Family, humor, Melancholy Thoughts, New York City, Real and Unreal Adventures, satire, son, The sea, Uncategorized, Writing About Rails

  Astoria Queens, British Maritime Law, East River, law of the high seas, Manhattan, N Train, Subways, The Queen v Dudley & Stevens case

• Park Avenue on a Rainy Day

  I am standing in the rain at the intersection of the Mythical Avenue and Ordinary Life Street in New York City.  If there’s a map at your side, look for where E. 92nd Street crosses Park Avenue.  That’s where I am standing, safely protected from the speeding traffic, on the landscaped Mall that separates the…

  patrickjegan

  January 13, 2015

  Blogging, Everyday Events, History, Holding onto the Past, Memories, New York City, non-fiction, Real Personal History, Travels, Uncategorized

  class society, East River, Grand Central Station, holiday lights, Mount Sinai, movie stars of the ’30’s and ’40’s, New York City, old movies, Park Avenue, Park Avenue Mall, Police cars, private schools, snowy streets, Spanish Harlem, tulips, Upper East Side, Upper West Side, yellow taxis

• The Skeleton in the Taxi

  The Division Head in the private school where I taught was very adamant. “All this stuff has to go, Pat.  Everything you don’t use in a year should be cleaned out.” I looked around the Middle School lab and began to make mental notes of what needed to be tossed.  The chemicals, of course, had…

  patrickjegan

  April 23, 2014

  Blogging, Everyday Events, humor, Real Personal History

  classrooms, East River, Fifth Ave., Metropolitan Museum, NYC, private schools, science labs, skeletons, son