Our 2011 Road Trip #15: Grant’s Tomb Raider
July 22, 2016 Leave a comment
There’s that wife of mine, once again on her quest to catch ALL the dead Presidents. It would require our longest subway ride of the week, but a special treat was waiting for us at the end of the line.
[The very special miniseries continues! See Part One for the official intro and context.]
DAY FIVE — Wednesday, July 13, 2011.
The interminable Wednesday bus wait in front of the hotel was probably a more accurate representation of New York rush hour than the previous mornings had been. We stood and watched while three #159 buses and one #156 bus passed the Lincoln Harbor stop before a #158 finally arrived, per our prepaid passes.
First thing across the river, I checked an item off my NYC bucket list and fetched myself a fresh breakfast sandwich from an authentic mom-‘n’-pop food stand, where I was introduced to the obligatory question, “Salt, pepper, ketchup?” No Indiana restaurateur ever says this, especially not during breakfast hours. Pepper shakers here can last for years on a single filling. I was easily hypnotized. It was DIFFERENT. My quickly assembled sausage-egg-cheese sandwich was basic but enjoyable, especially with salt and pepper. I don’t get the idea of ketchup with eggs.
We grabbed my son a smoothie from a different stand, but Anne was pretty sure a full breakfast was still needed. I kept encouraging the two of them to find whatever they wanted. My son’s hatred of breakfast food complicated matters as usual. For lack of patience for the thrill of the hunt, we wound up at the Times Square Hard Rock Cafe, which sells an offensively overpriced breakfast buffet smaller than we’ve had at some three-diamond hotels. We have our own Hard Rock Cafe in downtown Indy, so this place was hardly attractive to us on its own novelty merits. When I used the bathroom, I tried not to look too obvious as I glanced over at the clipboard of the health inspector who was in there doing his job at the same time. Far as I could tell, no major offenses had been discovered yet.
Mandatory memorabilia shots:
From Times Square we took the #1 train north to 125th Street, just a few stops shy of Harlem. This ride was notable for being our very first encounter with a genuine New York homeless guy waiting until after takeoff to announce his wishes and walk the length of the car in hopes of cash rewards. Judging by TV and movies they’re ten thousand strong, but his was the only locked-car proposition of our week.
This sample tenement alley along the way near Riverside Park was far from threatening, though the further north we traveled, the denser the graffiti grew. Perhaps it’s unfair to draw a generalized correlation between graffiti density and crime rate, but I doubt their relationship is inversely proportional.
The all-uphill walk south from the 125th Street station to 122nd Street brought us to our first real attraction of the day, famous Grant’s Tomb. This gigantic domed building — subject to many a joke about “Who’s buried in Grant’s Tomb?” among earlier American generations before ours — houses a few busts, several 19th-century flags, thousands of square feet of empty space, and exactly two items of major note. As it turns out, “Who’s buried in Grant’s Tomb?” really is a trick question. The late President Ulysses S. Grant and First Lady Julia Grant are entombed above ground, not actually buried.
The fun part of this stop was my son’s surprised look when we explained to him that former President Grant was also the same General Grant who spearheaded the North’s final victory over thousands of Confederate flag lovers. Somehow he’d never made the connection. Us: 1; his school: 0.
More random tomb interior details:
The only rain of the entire week — a notch above a drizzle, at that — helped cool us off during the walk back to the 125th Street station, where the #1 train arrived to take us back south.
Our entertainment for this ride was this elderly mariachi, whose haunting all-Spanish vocals belied rather peppy strumming skills. Anne was all too happy to tip him for his performance, this time with my blessing. See, that is how you entertain for subway income.
To be continued! Olé!
1. The Hard Rock Cafe is such a not-big deal to us that we’ve only been to their Indianapolis location twice. In both cases, it was to meet internet friends, one of whom was on TV for a bit.]
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