My New York Yankees. Letting me down. This is the first game I’ve attended where the Yankees have lost. So sad. Poor Joba.
I’ve developed a minor obsession with the Highline. Everyone likes being part of a secret. In the summer of 2006 I worked for a television production company and had tons of free time at work which I spent online doing basically nothing. I read the paper and did minor amounts of research on random topics for potential television shows and eventually stumbled across a website devoted to hidden or abandoned places in New York. Alleys that dated from the late 18th century too narrow to drive cars through, or subway stations that had been closed. The Highline was an elevated railroad line that operated until 1980. And soon there’s going to be a park in the sky downtown on the west side, but I want to get up there before the park opens, so I can see how it looked before it was manicured and public.
Edited to add: The internet is a wonderful thing. 33d Street between 11th and 12th avenues. Supposedly here the Highline comes down close to street level. One more summer project for the list.