Contrary to the popular opinion of Americans who forgot everything they learned in school within minutes of graduating or dropping out, New York City is not the capital of New York state. Yes, NYC has a larger population, more square footage, taller buildings, better restaurants, more celebrities, more movies and songs and books and general works of art about it, more airports, more zoos, more Broadway, more Chinatown, more money, and more nationally recognized politicians than the state capital. Brag, brag, brag.
But Albany is older. Disregarding the indigenous occupants and the occasional stray European explorers who came and went without putting down roots, both future cities had Dutch furriers show up around the 1610s, set up permanent shop, and pave the way for the eventual white takeover. Strictly and callously speaking, Albany’s precursors had their settlement up and running eleven years ahead of Team New York. Once state capitals became a thing after the Revolutionary War, Albany’s population was booming, its businesses were healthy, and its location was slightly closer to central NY and less standoffish than NYC’s. In looking at a state map, Utica looks closer to a true center than Albany does, but they took longer to settle.
So Albany won. It has accomplishments to its name and local attractions to show off, but it receives none of the accolades or love letters that NYC does. It’s NYC’s overlooked older brother. If the Big Apple is Bill Murray, Albany is Brian Doyle-Murray. There’s no shame in being Brian Doyle-Murray.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. Normally we’ll choose one major locale as our primary objective, drive that-a-way, and concentrate on exploring the vicinity for a few days before retreating.
We crafted this year’s itinerary with a different approach. Instead of choosing one city as a hub, we focused on one of the motifs that’s recurred through several of our trips: grave sites of Presidents of the United States of America. Our 2018 road trip would effectively have the format and feel of a video game side quest — collecting nine American Presidents across ten presidencies, four states, seven days, and 2000 miles…
Once we’d wrapped things up with the late President Arthur, we headed through rush-hour traffic toward downtown Albany and parked in front of our hotel at 5:30 p.m. We couldn’t have asked for better timing. All of downtown Albany’s streets are covered in parking meters, but they’re free of charge from 5 p.m. to 8 a.m. As long as we could check out by 8, I could toss out the directions I’d printed to the nearest parking garage and we could enjoy the convenience of hefting our luggage a mere few dozen feet to the front door, as opposed to reenacting our burdensome ordeal in Syracuse the night before.
The front desk clerk was extremely gracious, chatted with us about one of the famous destinations later in our itinerary, and for some blessed reason put us in a room that was the closest we’ve ever been to a penthouse suite…which, in fact, it may have been for all I know. I posted about it that evening, and to this day cherish the vivid memories of sheer comfort surplus. If that sort of accommodations is what politicians and actors become accustomed to once they reach a certain stratospheric standard of living, I can see why settling for anything less causes their tempers to flare.
After settling in and scattering our possessions all around our ZIP-code-sized room, we agreed a walk was in order — partly to find dinner, mostly to check some items off the Albany page in our to-do list. We headed outside and walked northwest up State Street toward the options in question.
Funny thing about Google Maps: it tells directions, street names, and lengths. At face value it gives no useful information about topography. Not until we commenced did we discover that the four blocks up State Street in our walking plan were entirely, steeply uphill. Surprise physical challenges are not our favorite way to cap off a long day of travel, but we stuck to our committed path because all the food was that-a-way. I weathered it somewhat better than Anne did, but we were both relieved to reach the top, and glad to keep in mind the return trip would be all downhill from there.
We found ourselves at Empire State Plaza, Albany’s city-square hub of governance, state business, and ostentatious architecture. A cluster of office buildings filled the South Mall.
On the north end of Empire State Plaza is Academy Park, a bit of welcome greenery amid all that concrete.
Among the first buildings to greet us at the Plaza was Albany’s City Hall, which has served in that position in 1883.
But the most fascinating part of Empire State Plaza was in its center. It was the one thing Anne wanted to see most before we figured out our dinner plans…
To be continued!
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