The historic blizzard of ’15 fizzled out anticlimactically (for NYC) but it gave us a day at home together and left enough snow on the ground for snowball fights.
Recently, we watched a movie that showed the Statue of Liberty in the first scene and ever since Henry has been saying he wants to see the “Schachoo of Liberty”. I would point it out to him on our jogs last summer, but the view from the stroller is not quite the same as seeing it close up while riding the Staten Island Ferry. He was excited and kept saying we were riding a blue boat. He also enjoyed seeing the tugboats and barges passing by. His first time on the ferry was a few years ago and he was only seven months old.
Henry enjoys the music and fountain during a free concert down the street at 7 WTC featuring a performance by Jack Skuller.
Last night Henry and I stayed home while Jacqui attended her office Christmas party. When she returned, she said the cab had to drop her off a few blocks away because a lot of the streets in our neighborhood were closed.
The reason for the street closings became clear soon after when we saw the massive base segment of the spire of One World Trade Center being hauled down Greenwich Street toward the site.
Today Henry and I went to investigate the remaining, slightly smaller segments on a barge docked in the Hudson.
We were glad Henry’s birthday didn’t fall on September 11th. One of the drawbacks of living so close to the WTC is dealing with the idiotic, engine-revving motorcyclists who, in a misguided show of patriotism, pour into Lower Manhattan at midnight on the anniversary, forgetting that it’s also a residential neighborhood. Henry didn’t seem to mind, but whatever happened to a moment of silence?
This afternoon we took a walk by the Hudson River through Rockefeller Park in Battery Park City. About a minute after the picture below (right) was taken we heard a crash and saw what looked like a small dog land on the pavement about twenty feet in front of us. A raccoon had fallen about 20-30 ft. from its nest in an overhead tree branch. Onlookers were stunned, so was the raccoon. I approached, thinking he might be dead. But he regained consciousness and scurried kinda clumsily back into the bushes before I could get a photo.