And, we were awed by the powers of ten exhibit they have right outside the spherical planetarium which tried and succeeded to convey the scale of the universe. We walked the wrong way, from small to large, but I think it worked better that way. The universe is very huge, no matter which way you look at it.
Saturday began with a trip to Yankee stadium where me and some old-skool friends visited Monument Park. I had never been to this part of the stadium before. On the wall were plaques honoring Gehrig, DiMaggio, Ruth, Mantle, and others. One plaque honored Ron Guidry, and as we turned to leave, we were surprised to find the Yankee bullpen right there where, what do you know, Ron Guidry was coaching a pitcher. You can’t beat that experience.
During the National Anthem, the US flag got stuck around the flag-pole. The wind kept gusting, but the flag never unfurled. The star-spangled banner did not wave. And at that moment I knew what was wrong with the US. We are like the flag, stuck around the pole, unable to soar in the wind. It made me sad. We can be so great.
Our seats were high in the upper decks, and the wind was blowing hard, but we managed to buy more than one $9 brew. The night ended in the East Village pub called “Scratchers” where, coincidentally, Fred Cataldo showed up. There was much rejoicing.
We also walked into De La Vega’s store (De La Vega is a NYC street artist). Outside the store he had three chairs. One said, “Coloreds only.” Another said, “Jews only.” And the last said, “Whites only.” Surrounding the chairs were shopping bags whose sides read, “Suspicious package.” De La Vega was in the store too, and Kris complemented him on his work on the upper east side. “That’s my favorite area,” he said. The store offered pieces of chalk from a large bag where we were encouraged to write something inspirational somewhere in the city. I hope Hoboken counts. It is the sixth borough after all.