The Starr Bus left from Cheltenham High School at 8 am on Thursday.
To make sure I got there on time I arrived at 7 am. Way too early. Turned off my exciting but too wordy audio book Guilty by David Baldacci.
What else was there to do but exercise? Walked back and forth and noticed trash settled into the grass. Found a plastic bag and loaded up one bag, then two, then three.
God's little helper, I call myself.
Made a new friend, my seat mate, Fran, whose friends call her Chi-Chi.
Richard Joyce was our bus driver. Bus 172, right everyone? He said he'd never seen me before. I've been on loads of wonderful trips thru the Cheltenham Township Adult Evening School.
Richard was excellent. When we got to New York, he narrated as he drove, pointing out where Occupy Wall Street was held and also where Alexander Hamilton's grave is.
Burr killed Hamilton in 1804.
I'd really like to take a trip to Storm King Art Center in Windsor, NY, but they have no trips planned.
Here's a David Smith sculptural piece. Incredibly prolific - read about him here - he died in a car crash in Bennington, VT. He was 59.
OUR first stop was the Federal Hall National Memorial in the Wall Street area of New York.
She came with her friend, Susan Gross, also a widow, who has a wonderful website.
The American Cincinnatus." Model of civic virtue.
Yes, THE Wall Street.
"Good night, Arleen, good night, Arleen, I'll see you in my dreams."
The Weavers' rendition. Can you find Pete Seeger?