This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
04 May 2008
We go to Yankee Stadium
Getting there was fairly easy. We hop on a train at Union Station in Washington DC, about a 15 min walk from our hotel, then we get off in New York City about 3 hours later; then we just followed the crowd with pin-striped jersies and/or dark blue caps with NY on its front.
Nathan's makes pretty good hot dogs, but I thought US Cellular had better sausages.
But then we had some problems coming back to Penn Station. For not clear reasons the same trains did not go back the same way. So we walked a few blocks and asked a few questions of an orthodox Jew and found our station. The Yankees pounded the Mariners. We sat in the shady part of the loge in right field, just behind the flag pole. Yankee Stadium is dingy, but then, what in New York is not dingy, and needed to be scrapped a long time ago I think. The subway system needs to be done over as well.
The new Yankee Stadium is going up right next door and I think the subway stop will be the same. Next year we may add Baltimore and Philadelphia as the train stops in both places, admittedly for only a minute or two but long enough for us to get off I think.
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