Maryland, Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York – the I-95 runs through them like a thread does a quilt.
The history that has played out on the soil beneath the wheels of my motorcycle fills volumes of books on shelves in libraries. The scenery, largely unchanged, still tells the tale. The long stretch of wilderness between Baltimore and Newark finally succumb to the massive man made achievements of Delaware and Philly.
It’s nearly symbolic, the Girard Point Bridge, that carries you skyward over the Schuylkill River on a lattice framework of blue steel. Then the highway passes through an ancient stone buttress, resembling the gateway of a medieval city – Philadelphia! The cor libertas of America.
It’s fair referring to these Goliath urban projects as global collaborations, when thinking about the diversity of men who built them. Poles, Italians, Germans, Irish –– one step removed from their nations of origin. Here by their steadfast will, gratefully adding their skills into making the most colorful tapestry in the world.
I love the web! By using kayak.com I book a room at the Sheraton on Time’s Square for $110 a night.
Here, I’ll fall behind on the blog – but how can I not – New York is just outside the door!
I first explore from the south end of the park to the lower west side: The banks of the Hudson, Chelsea, the Park on the El, and the new Freedom Tower. Then I rode up to Harlem and visited the Met. I had a Manhattan in the Rainbow Room, a place my dad worked when in college, and I made a thorough sampling of pizzas by the slice….OK, maybe I had two.
I had a great time in New York. The people were friendly and the city was clean and I felt safe.
I had the chance to visit my cousin, Paula, at Skadden.
And I wandered aimlessly enjoying having time on my feet.