At the end of the month the wife and I took a little ride (1300 miles) up North. We stayed in the Garden State, but escaped one fine afternoon over to New York City. It wasn't too crowded. I guess all the "Yorkies" were in Florida.
The first stop of the day was the Sea Port. We got there without incident via subway. I was so happy to have been able to get out of those tunnels and onto the street.
Following lunch and looking at the Brooklyn Bridge, I traveled down to the New York City Police Museum. It is located in an old precinct house, and contained tons of memorabilia. While my first interest is badges there were also many artifacts from 9-11. I saw a name I knew and was moved, and I also observed an iron cross wielded together from WTC scrap. That too was emotional.
I'll display a couple of pictures from these exhibits, and "down the road" write abut all the badges I saw.
After leaving I had enough memories of time gone by, and the police. I was ready to check out Wall Street without sirens or flashing lights. As I approached one corner I heard a strange chanting sound coming closer. As I looked up, the street was filled with over a thousand people. I quickly retreated and went around the block only to find the same thing, but further up I observed one or two of New York's finest.
It seems I stumbled onto the "International Pillow Fight Celebration." Well now that I knew what was going on I was cool. This was normal New York. Even those two NY Cops, without backup, looked cool.
While I enjoyed the day I never thought I would see a pillow fight and cops show.
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