The baked apple, not the Big Apple

Emmitt B. Feldner • forThe Review

Great writers have penned thousands upon thousands of words trying to describe and capture the essence of New York City.

For our youngest – for the time being – grandson, it only took one word:


We went back to my old hometown in New York last month for a niece’s wedding and took Nolan along for his first visit to his grandfather’s old stomping grounds.

We would have taken his older brother Ty as well – he hasn’t been out there since he was a year or two old – but he had to leave for Boy Scout camp the Sunday we would be driving back, so the logistics didn’t quite work out.

Actually, he tried to convince us to just drive him up to Boy Scout camp Monday morning after we got back.

The only problem with that was that he had to be there for reveille at 6 a.m., which meant we would have to leave about 3 a.m. to get him there after getting back home late Sunday night.

In our younger, more foolish days we might have tried that, but we’re older and wiser now – or older, at least – so we said no to that suggestion.

It meant a solo trip for Nolan and, since where I grew up is only about 60 miles outside of New York City, we promised we would take Nolan there so he could see the Big Apple for himself.

Actually, we went there on two days, since he decided he wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, the Nintendo store at Rockefeller Center, the Museum of Natural History and Central Park.

We couldn’t convince him that was a lifetime of New York City sightseeing for some people, but we did divide it up into two days.

Of course, the two days we went – a Thursday and a Friday – turned out to be the hottest days of the summer to that point in New York.

Thursday was the Statue of Liberty, which meant parking on the New Jersey side of the Hudson and taking the ferry out to Liberty Island.

It turned out that the ferry dock was further from the parking lot than it is from the actual Statue of Liberty, which we discovered as we schlepped from the car to the ferry.

At least on the ferry we got a nice breeze off the river as we rode to the statue, which was something we all needed.

That soon came to an end, however, as we starting hiking around the statue and up to the pedestal.

It left Nolan looking for someplace with air conditioning, which unfortunately they didn’t design into the statue when they built it 131 years ago.

We did find a bit of a cool spot in the gift shop, which we had to go to because Nolan had promised to bring his mother, his brother and his other grandparents a souvenir from the Statue of Liberty.

Actually, Nolan told his grandmother that he would bring her a rock from New York, but we finally convinced him to actually buy her a real souvenir as well.

So we finally headed back to the ferry with a mini replica, refrigerator magnet and several postcards from the Statue of Liberty – along with a couple of rocks Nolan managed to pick up.

At least he didn’t have anything with him to chip off a few pieces of concrete from the statue itself.

NEXT WEEK: Back for a second baking in the city.

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