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Archive for October 19th, 2006

A Sunday Across Bridges, Boroughs and Class Borders

By The Geek on the Street on Thursday, October 19th, 2006

Sunday is God’s day. If you’re a Christian of course. I’m Jewish, which means it should be Friday night thru Saturday, and if you’re a Jehovah’s Witness, there are no holidays because every day is God’s day, but that’s not the point. Sunday is supposed to be a day off. And if you work freelance, like I do, actually having Sunday off is a special blessing, so I decided I was going to make this one count.

I was going to bike across a bridge I’d never biked before, and go to a museum I’d never been to. I met up with my friend Marin, who has become my defacto Sunday biking buddy, as well as my closest friend in contrast to our height differences (6′ 5″ to 5′ 2″! Whoa.) and after tea at her house in Greenpoint, we decided it was time to saunter across the North Pole of Brooklyn to the strange, alien land of Queens via the Pulaski Bridge. That was easy pickins. Then came the Queensboro.

The Queensboro bridge is a long freakin’ bridge, and if you want to bike across, you have to enter from QB Plaza NORTH at about 27th ave. Plus side is, it’s much less steep than the Williamsburg.

Anyway, once on the Manhattan side, it was a harrowing trek through traffic to get ourselves to 38th and Madison where in classy, high-brow New York fashion, locked our bikes up to a sign-post and finagled a free admission (I love having an NYC Sightseeing License) into the

J.P. MORGAN LIBRARY.

For those unaware, J.P. Morgan was the richest man in the world for much of the late 19th century, through the early 20th. Inflation adjusted, richer than Bill Gates. Hyberbole adjusted, richer than GOD. In 1873 he saved the United States from bankruptcy with one really, really big loan. He was also a fatty with a big, honkin’ swollen red nose. Kind of like an evil capitalist Santa Claus with a big moustache and no beard.

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