I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the century.
What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the balloons against the
buildings.

Andy
Gobble! Gobble!
Pesto! Pesto!

"Andy" <q> wrote

>I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the century.
> What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the balloons against
> the
> buildings.

I went once. Yes, a lot of fun and when the wind blows, those
balloons are scary. All of a sudden you realize how massive they
are.

nancy

Nancy Young said...

>
> "Andy" <q> wrote
>
>>I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the century.
>> What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the balloons
against
>> the
>> buildings.
>
> I went once. Yes, a lot of fun and when the wind blows, those
> balloons are scary. All of a sudden you realize how massive they
> are.
>
> nancy


nancy,

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

One of these days we should all gather for the parade on 34th street.
Call it an rfc miracle on 34th St.!

{hugs}

Andy

Nancy Young wrote:
> "Andy" <q> wrote
>
>> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the
>> century. What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the
>> balloons against the
>> buildings.
>
> I went once. Yes, a lot of fun and when the wind blows, those
> balloons are scary. All of a sudden you realize how massive they
> are.
>
> nancy

Death by Snoopy. No thanks!

Jill

jmcquown wrote:
> Nancy Young wrote:
>> "Andy" <q> wrote
>>
>>> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the
>>> century. What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the
>>> balloons against the
>>> buildings.
>>
>> I went once. Yes, a lot of fun and when the wind blows, those
>> balloons are scary. All of a sudden you realize how massive they
>> are.
>>
>> nancy
>
> Death by Snoopy. No thanks!
>
> Jill
>
>

I'd be all over that! I totally want a giant, undulating Spongebob to fall
from the sky and kill me. It would be so...appropriate.

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Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 08:57:35a, jmcquown meant to say...

> Nancy Young wrote:
>> "Andy" <q> wrote
>>
>>> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the
>>> century. What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the
>>> balloons against the buildings.
>>
>> I went once. Yes, a lot of fun and when the wind blows, those
>> balloons are scary. All of a sudden you realize how massive they are.
>>
>> nancy
>
> Death by Snoopy. No thanks!
>
> Jill

Yes, there have been a couple of serious accidents over the years. One of
the years I was there, a balloon hit the tip of a street light which fell
in pieces and hit a woman on the head, just a half-block from where we were
standing.

--
Wayne Boatwright
__________________________________________________

Useless Invention: Solar powered night light.

I was attending the Culinary Institute of America in upstate New York.
I'd been invited to Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's in Boston. The
way the trains worked, I had to get the train into Grand Central, get
the subway to Penn Station, then take the train out of Penn to Boston.
I was 22 years old, had traveled by myself before, knew my way around,
but was still a little nervous about keeping track of my luggage,
tickets and money and making the connections myself. I felt both
excited and naive.


For that reason, I was delighted when a friend who was a student at
Vassar, got on the train in Poughkeepsie. He was a real New Yorker, far
more practiced at cities and looking after himself than I was, and was
going home to Staten Island for Thanksgiving. His family wasn't
expecting him at any particular time. He said he'd accompany me to Penn
as a favor.


The trip to New York was an unexpected delight. We laughed and talked
the whole time. Previous to that trip, I'd thought of Jonathan as an
acquaintance, someone too cool to take an interest in me. At the end of
it, I was well on my way to being in love with this younger, world wise
tough, with a way with words.


By the time we arrived though, nothing was going according to plan. Our
train arrived late; I had a connection to make; the crowds were thick.
Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere. There was no way to get
information over the noise. There was no reason to think I could make
my connection on time. I stepped tentatively into the crowd at the
train station. Jonathan realized that this wasn't going to work. If I
was going to make that connection, we were going to have to move fast.
He took my overnight suitcase from me, held his other arm out in front
of him, said CHARGE, and parted the crowds in front him like a knight
going into battle. With me trailing in his wake, we got to the subway
only to realize that they were running on the holiday schedule. Having
just missed one, there wasn't another for a half hour. I was ready to
panic, but Jonathan shrugged, walked me outside, found a taxi that was
"disgorging" in his terms, and we jumped in.


We immediately ran into crowds of cars above ground as thick as the
people had been below ground. Jonathan said that we must be running
into parade traffic. I, distracted, in awe of Jonathan's abilities, and
wide-eyed in innocence, asked "what parade?"


Jonathan, with mock horror and real shock, asked "You've never heard of
the MA-CY'S-THANKS-GIV-ING-DAY-PA-RADE?" He pronounced each syllable
with dramatic delivery so I'd get the point. I was both properly
ashamed and delighted to be teased by my hero. Of course I'd heard of
it. I'd just never put it together from the perspective of a
participant: Thanksgiving day, Manhattan, parade, closed streets and
traffic. I'd had reason to think parades took place on t.v. Now I was
a character in my drama, a traveler, a damsel in distress with a
handsome, young, black, streetwise rescuer with a dramatic flair for
everything.


I made the connection because my train out of Penn was running late too.
I've never enjoyed a Thanksgiving Day parade as much as that one.


--Lia

Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 09:50:37a, Julia Altshuler meant to say...

> I was attending the Culinary Institute of America in upstate New York.
> I'd been invited to Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's in Boston. The
> way the trains worked, I had to get the train into Grand Central, get
> the subway to Penn Station, then take the train out of Penn to Boston.
> I was 22 years old, had traveled by myself before, knew my way around,
> but was still a little nervous about keeping track of my luggage,
> tickets and money and making the connections myself. I felt both
> excited and naive.
>
>
> For that reason, I was delighted when a friend who was a student at
> Vassar, got on the train in Poughkeepsie. He was a real New Yorker, far
> more practiced at cities and looking after himself than I was, and was
> going home to Staten Island for Thanksgiving. His family wasn't
> expecting him at any particular time. He said he'd accompany me to Penn
> as a favor.
>
>
> The trip to New York was an unexpected delight. We laughed and talked
> the whole time. Previous to that trip, I'd thought of Jonathan as an
> acquaintance, someone too cool to take an interest in me. At the end of
> it, I was well on my way to being in love with this younger, world wise
> tough, with a way with words.
>
>
> By the time we arrived though, nothing was going according to plan. Our
> train arrived late; I had a connection to make; the crowds were thick.
> Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere. There was no way to get
> information over the noise. There was no reason to think I could make
> my connection on time. I stepped tentatively into the crowd at the
> train station. Jonathan realized that this wasn't going to work. If I
> was going to make that connection, we were going to have to move fast.
> He took my overnight suitcase from me, held his other arm out in front
> of him, said CHARGE, and parted the crowds in front him like a knight
> going into battle. With me trailing in his wake, we got to the subway
> only to realize that they were running on the holiday schedule. Having
> just missed one, there wasn't another for a half hour. I was ready to
> panic, but Jonathan shrugged, walked me outside, found a taxi that was
> "disgorging" in his terms, and we jumped in.
>
>
> We immediately ran into crowds of cars above ground as thick as the
> people had been below ground. Jonathan said that we must be running
> into parade traffic. I, distracted, in awe of Jonathan's abilities, and
> wide-eyed in innocence, asked "what parade?"
>
>
> Jonathan, with mock horror and real shock, asked "You've never heard of
> the MA-CY'S-THANKS-GIV-ING-DAY-PA-RADE?" He pronounced each syllable
> with dramatic delivery so I'd get the point. I was both properly
> ashamed and delighted to be teased by my hero. Of course I'd heard of
> it. I'd just never put it together from the perspective of a
> participant: Thanksgiving day, Manhattan, parade, closed streets and
> traffic. I'd had reason to think parades took place on t.v. Now I was
> a character in my drama, a traveler, a damsel in distress with a
> handsome, young, black, streetwise rescuer with a dramatic flair for
> everything.
>
>
> I made the connection because my train out of Penn was running late too.
> I've never enjoyed a Thanksgiving Day parade as much as that one.
>
>
> --Lia
>
>

That's a great story, Lia. Thanks for sharing!

Happy Thanksgiving!

--
Wayne Boatwright
__________________________________________________

Useless Invention: Solar powered night light.

Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 06:27:32a, Andy meant to say...

> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the century.
> What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the balloons against
> the buildings.
>
> Andy
> Gobble! Gobble!
> Pesto! Pesto!
>

Between the late 70s and late 90s I spent six Thanksgivings in NYC and stood
to watch the parade on Broadway near Central Park South five of those times.
Once we were invited to watch from a rooftop, and one year I thought we would
freeze to death, but it was still great fun.

--
Wayne Boatwright
__________________________________________________

Useless Invention: Solar powered night light.

Wayne Boatwright said...

> Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 06:27:32a, Andy meant to say...
>
>> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the
>> century. What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the
>> balloons against the buildings.
>>
>> Andy
>> Gobble! Gobble!
>> Pesto! Pesto!
>>
>
> Between the late 70s and late 90s I spent six Thanksgivings in NYC and
> stood to watch the parade on Broadway near Central Park South five of
> those times. Once we were invited to watch from a rooftop, and one
> year I thought we would freeze to death, but it was still great fun.


Lucky Dog!

That must've been while you supposedly worked at the CotD, atop the
American Radiator Building?

--JUST KIDDING--

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

Andy
CotD #2
Snoopy fan!

Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 07:10:08a, Andy meant to say...

> Wayne Boatwright said...
>
>> Oh pshaw, on Thu 23 Nov 2006 06:27:32a, Andy meant to say...
>>
>>> I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the
>>> century. What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the
>>> balloons against the buildings.
>>>
>>> Andy
>>> Gobble! Gobble!
>>> Pesto! Pesto!
>>>
>>
>> Between the late 70s and late 90s I spent six Thanksgivings in NYC and
>> stood to watch the parade on Broadway near Central Park South five of
>> those times. Once we were invited to watch from a rooftop, and one
>> year I thought we would freeze to death, but it was still great fun.
>
>
> Lucky Dog!
>
> That must've been while you supposedly worked at the CotD, atop the
> American Radiator Building?

How'd you know? You must have spies!

> --JUST KIDDING--

I don't think you are kidding, :-)

> Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

And a Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

--
Wayne Boatwright
__________________________________________________

Useless Invention: Solar powered night light.

On Thu, 23 Nov 2006 07:27:32 -0600, Andy <q> wrote:

>I was there in NYC on 45th Street once, before the turn of the century.
>What a fun time it was! Except the sway of some of the balloons against the
>buildings.
>
I was in NYC around the turn of the century for Thanksgiving too. We
went to the staging area in the middle of the night to watch them
prepare the balloons and watched the parade the next morning on TV in
our warm and comfy beds the following morning.



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