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a saturday or so – the 21st precinct

Life has been flying by lately and has been a tad bit complicated.  Went back to Santa Fe for a week but it was filled with the kind of every day, must do, mundane part of living a human life that when put on paper comes off irritating at best.  But the car did get an oil job somewhere in the middle of it all.

Back in NYC now and coming to grip with the speed of things.  So many things to see and do it feels like it all slips by slightly out of reach, but luckily sometimes you catch the end of the rope and the whip around is just enough to keep it all going.

Last weekend a show of shows opened at the 21 Precinct House in the Gramercy Park neighborhood.  Now beautiful tree lined streets and brownstones dominate the area.  But back in 1863 the precinct earned it reputation in a down and dirty neighborhood where gangs of thugs and ruffians ruled.

http://daytoninmanhattan.blogspot.com/2011/09/1863-21st-precinct-station-house-no-327.html

The police were long gone by about 1914 but the building remained,  many uses later it is finally meeting the inevitable.  Unfortunately its plum location makes it an easy sacrifice to the glass and steel beast that is devouring NYC, swallowing entire neighborhoods at breakneck pace.

So,  we know the location, now the show.  What happens when you get together a group of over 60 street artists  including legends and talented younger artisans and give them four floors of an empty shell for a canvas.  Everything and more… and from this point onwards words just aren’t going to do much.  So, I am out of them….here is my take on what may be one of most photographed shows in NYC.. 😉

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So, next time then…

 

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the way back…

I had read that they would be running a special nostalgia “train of many colors” out to the 50th World’s Fair Celebration on Sunday. So we set off determined to find the train.  I love when the universe is in on the plan, because we had no more than stepped off of the N at Queensboro Plaza when it pulled in.  Reactions were mixed.  I was like a kid in a candy store because I didn’t grow up in NYC.  I don’t remember cars with handles instead of bars. My husband has been riding the subway way too long so the shine is off the apple for him, he wasn’t nearly as thrilled.  

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Some of the funnier moments:  The man who complained to the Conductor about having to ride an old car. The Conductor told him a newer one would be along next if he wanted to step off and wait.  The British couple who went on and on about how London was so progressive and NYC was backward and these subway cars were proof.  The train geek who chewed the ear off of the Conductor for stop after stop in a voice that could fill Shea Stadium… who then complained about the annoying kids asking the Conductor questions.

And to the people who got on and off as part of their every day existence who didn’t even lift their heads from their phones to notice they had taken a step back in time,  I hope you take the time to savor the small moments some day.  They are what make life worth living, they fill in the picture with all the colors, sounds, smells and sparks that make it complete.