On Friday, we celebrated that our new E-Z Pass
worked
as we made our way through this gate
to park the car
and walk the lot
past the trains
and the obligatory phone booth picture
until we could enter the train station
with its imagined
and real trains
and get our tickets
to wait in line
while walking past the vendors
outside the station
through a self portrait
a picture of the gang
and a not too bad profile
before the rules of security
became clear
and we waited to clear the line
to get to the boat
with tickets
that would let us board
and accompany the 152 people from the Y in New Hampshire
on the crowded boat
that seemed to distress Ben
as I looked to the distance
but the family
didn't move as we got closer
and could see the Lady
who came even closer
until we disembarked at the sign
and took the requisite photos apart
and together
at the Ellis Island sign.
Once inside, we bought tickets from this man
for a play that didn't allow photography and then headed to the
over priced, under quality cafeteria
where the servers
sold us this food
and the pigeons
waited to see what we would leave.
Next we rented headphones and made our ways
past the suitcases
to march
eventually to the big hall
and pace
and look at the ceiling
and head to the windows
where we could look at the hospital
and the rest of the island
and the city beyond
before getting to the menu
in many languages
and pausing
to look below
and above
before seeing the tight cots
and the sinks
used by those who stayed.
I particularly liked these posters
of songs in many languages they had in the exhibit on immigration. As our tour wound up
we headed for the gift shop
and then waited outside
as Ben took a few pictures of the other buildings
the grass and a cherry bomb
Suzanne
and our gift bag
before the boat
pulled all the way in
and we headed back to the line
and took many pictures
as we waited to board.
Once on board, there was the lady
and us
and the lady
and us
and the lady
and the skyline
and more pictures of the lady
interrupted by us
and then the lady
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as we got closer and eventually docked at Liberty Island where we received
a phone call
and I chatted
as Ben watched
me chat further
and Ben watched
and then went incognito
as I finished
but Suzanne talked
as the boat sailed on
and Ben could watch
as the phone call was finished
and we could head to our next destination.
Next we stopped to buy these shoes
from this man
as we got ready for dinner but had to take this collection sign
at the restaurant where my salad
and pasta
sans flash
accompanied Ben's spaghetti and meatballs
and Suzanne's fish
and Suzanne
and Ben
were more enthusiastic than it seems about the dessert
that came.
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worked
as we made our way through this gate
to park the car
and walk the lot
past the trains
and the obligatory phone booth picture
until we could enter the train station
with its imagined
and real trains
and get our tickets
to wait in line
while walking past the vendors
outside the station
through a self portrait
a picture of the gang
and a not too bad profile
before the rules of security
became clear
and we waited to clear the line
to get to the boat
with tickets
that would let us board
and accompany the 152 people from the Y in New Hampshire
on the crowded boat
that seemed to distress Ben
as I looked to the distance
but the family
didn't move as we got closer
and could see the Lady
who came even closer
until we disembarked at the sign
and took the requisite photos apart
and together
at the Ellis Island sign.
Once inside, we bought tickets from this man
for a play that didn't allow photography and then headed to the
over priced, under quality cafeteria
where the servers
sold us this food
and the pigeons
waited to see what we would leave.
