It’s snowing. Not like this but still, I love this picture and this gives me the chance to tell you to head on over to Dirty Old 1970′s New York City.
It’s snowing. Not like this but still, I love this picture and this gives me the chance to tell you to head on over to Dirty Old 1970′s New York City.
Hello again, welcome back to the Monday edition of Where & When. The hot stove is burning up everything in sight, which is a good thing because it’s getting harder to find challenges (as I always say); but I think I have a pretty good one for you this time. I’ve been telling a few people I know about the game and how the regulars keep coming up with the answers in good time, so keep up the good work and before you know it, we might be the next coming of Hollywood Squares (if we aren’t already, who knows? >;)
So let’s take a look yonder and take a good look at this photo:
I’m almost afraid to say anything about this photo so I don’t give anything away. But to be fair, I will give you a decent clue: that cowboy is actually working, and his work is rather important. Doing what you ask? Hmm… so the Naked Cowboy was not the first one to have a regular job up here, go figure.
So, get the location and the year correct and you get the prize: a cold chalice of J.C. Gray, and the rest of us can sip on a tumbler of Barrel Brothers. You should know how this works by now; leave your answer and your process of finding the answer in the comments section, and for kicks you can share some trivia with the rest of us. For a bonus, you can figure out the nickname the thorough-way in the photo had at the time and why. If the game should be overshadowed by more baseball news, not to worry; it’s good to have activity in the Banter and we’ll be here for a while. Have fun and I’ll try to get back to you in the late afternoon or evening. >;)
Hey, how about this? A bonus round of Where & When! I guess this week was a little too easy for our seasoned vets, so I had to go a little deeper, a little further, quite a ways to get this one. Being that this is special, and in keeping with the fact that this is the third game of the week, I’m presenting a three-part challenge; also this will serve as a tribute to one of our regulars who may or may not recognize at least one of the featured buildings outright. If you recall any reason why I would do that this week of all weeks, you get a bonus!
This picture was taken in the same year that a future President of the United States began a historic reformation of the New York City Police Department. In it, a secondary learning institution began its existence on the second floor of the building on the left. Name this building and the approximate address.
This is said to be the earliest photo of the new building for the previously mentioned secondary learning institution, built one year after the region it was built in officially became part of Greater New York; two boroughs east of the seat of power. What was this building the original site of and what year was it built?
This is the present day site of the institution, which was built the same year there was a major shift in the country’s fortunes that would later cause mass upheaval for many. What is the name of this building/institution and when was it built?
So, if you know any of this, you would also know where within all of this movement took place, and you may or may not know that one of our own is originally from this region. It’s not an easy place to get to; in fact it’s not near. Quite the opposite, in fact. Therein lies the subtle tribute; which our target may or may not reveal the reason (if it’s seen). What a mystery. I’m sorry if the clues are rather vague, but gifts are often best left to the imagination. And maybe in the future, other regulars may be served with similar plotting >;) A bottle of Triple XXX for the first person to emerge from this maze with the right answers, and Capone Family Secret for the rest who endure. Good luck with it and I hope this turns out the way I pictured it. If not, well I see ya Monday then >;)
Greetings, and welcome to another episode of Where & When, the game that makes you think, “Hmm, that must have been nice back in the day” or something similar to that. Well, the Hot Stove is burning bright this winter and we haven’t even gotten to the Winter Meetings yet. Nothing much else going on in New York except us; we’re the next hottest game in town, folks! At least we like to think it is, and our hungry regulars like to keep us relevant during a down year for New York in general. So while we sweat by the wood burner and wonder WWJZD and how sternly Boras is frowning on the way to the bank, let us ponder the graceful ornaments of these interesting structures:
This pic was taken about 20 years before the houses were taken down and twenty years before a very iconic Chevy rolled off the assembly lines of GM plants. There were similar, but less-ornamental structures around the block that were both either owned or named after one of the old New York land-owning families of old. It is said that quite a few famous artists and authors lived rather bohemian lifestyles here during its existence. Today, you would never notice the remnants of these buildings unless you were close enough to have lunch (or take part in a flea market perhaps), but some things in the picture still survive. You can use all of these clues to find the correct answer, plus if you’re feeling empirical you can tell us a little about the designer of the houses and a couple of other designs he had done in his day that also remain to this day.
A (dare I say) rare mix of our favorite stuff for the first person to post the correct answers below, and an Old Philly for the rest of us (though I’m not entirely sure I’m being fair this time around)… feel free to post your thoughts, invite your family and friends and tease each other over this one; it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out. You can also discuss other elements in this picture for a bonus. I’ll check back in the afternoon as usual and throughout the morning if need be. Enjoy the game!
[Photo Credit: Berenice Abbot and Ephemeral New York]
This was the scene just a few miles from where I live yesterday. Over at the Daily Beast, Michael Daley writes about Amazing Grace in the Bronx:
The third car had people trapped inside.
But the fourth was the most challenging to the firefighters because it was sitting at a tilt and swayed as they worked to extricate the injured.
“The car was teetering back and forth,” later said FDNY Capt. James Ellson of Rescue 3. “So the removal of those people was getting a little tricky.”
In all the cars, there were more injured people than the firefighters and cops could immediately assist in those early minutes. The rescuers, who are geared to helping whoever needs it, had to make a difficult request to the passengers who were less badly injured than others.
“It’s very hard to ask a civilian who was just involved in an accident to help us,” Ellson would recall. “They had just been involved in a very bad train accident, and now I’m saying, ‘I need your help, I need you to help people who are in worse shape.’ I asked everybody, ‘Listen, look at the people next to you, and if they need help, help them.’ And they did it.”
Hey all, welcome back to another edition of Where & When. I have a pretty easy one for you this time, one with a view you’ve possibly seen before. Imagining the scale of this edifice is to imagine a vast repository of natural effects; or at least the end game for the run-off…
This reminds me of one of my favorite towns that I lived in when I was growing up. I’m making a gallery of pictures I took on a trip up there this summer, in fact; anyone whose interested should just click on my screen name for updates. In the meantime, why don’t you dive into this challenge and seek out the name of this structure, the year it was built and when it was taken down (for whatever stands in it’s place today). Knowing that much will give you a good idea of the actual size of this structure. Bonus if you know of a similar structure that currently resides within city limits and can provide a link to a picture.
A truckload of Old Colony for the first person with the right answers and a Spring Grove for the rest of us who follow. Leave your answers and recollections in the comments and we’ll talk again in the afternoon. Happy Trails!
[Photo credit: syscosteve]
How do you react when someone sleeps on your shoulder? I generally won’t have it but I suppose it depends on my mood and the person who falls asleep on my shoulder.
Welcome back to another edition of Where & When. The holidays are neigh and I will probably only post once this week so that we can all do our own thing on the day and recover afterwards, but if I do post another, I’m certain it won’t be Thursday. I do apologize for the inconsistency of late, but my work schedule has been similarly inconsistent. This week should provide me a bit of relief; especially with what I hear will be a major snowstorm coming to the NY Tri-State area as early as Wednesday.
That said, let us debate over this latest picture:
I had a little bit of trouble pinpointing the location, even with the given clues, so this may or may not take a while depending on your resources. I am particularly curious about a couple of the clues in this photo, so anything you can add to the description in terms of the businesses pictured would certainly be worthy of a bonus. As far as when is concerned, I’m certain we can gather what season it is, but for the year I’m looking for the same year as a particular exposition in this region involving horses and drinking. Did somebody say fun? I sure hope they capped it at a certain point if it was…
A raft of River City for the first with the answers to both where and when, and Napitki iz Chernogolovki for comrades who follow with correct answers. Leave your answers in the thread and discuss freely. Links are your friend, and so are well researched responses. No peeking at the photo credit, of course. And again, anyone who wishes to submit a future challenge can submit the picture and corresponding info to me via email. Poka!
[Photo credit: Wikipedia Commons]
I love our man Bags’ pictures from around town.
While you’re at it, check out this Super 8 footage of NYC in the 70s:
Welcome Back to Where & When. This will be a special edition to highlight the recent loss of a cultural icon. For several generations and cultures who inhabit the city, this was their Penn Station. I present this without further comment, but feel free to post thoughts.
Stakes is High. Dig Greg Hanlon’s entertaining New York Observer story on the big money world of Bridge:
Compare bridge to poker, its coarse cousin. While bridge is infinitely analytical, poker is more psychological: In high-level matches, every player at the table can compute the odds instantaneously, and what separates the best players from the pack is the ability to pick up “tells,” such as the furrowing of the brow as an indication of bluffing.
Mr. Bayone said, “The best bridge players are, as a group, finance people, actuaries, lawyers. The best poker players are 19- to 22-year-old kids who have never done anything else.”
Another difference is that money is central to poker, while bridge is played for no stakes other than “masterpoints,” a running tally of points that ranks players similarly to chess ratings. Thus, bridge satisfies the universal truth that those who have vast sums of money are loath to talk about it.
Mostly, though, the nature of bridge presents an enduring intellectual challenge for people whose success in life leaves them seeking further challenges. It has a “comforting leveling aspect,” as psychiatrist Melvyn Schoenfeld, a regular at the Manhattan Bridge Club, put it.
Take fashion mogul Isaac Mizrahi, who learned the game at the behest of his bridge-playing mother, who told him that, if he didn’t learn to play by age 30, he wouldn’t have any friends by 40. Mr. Mizrahi described a bridge tournament to me as “the most fantastic use of three hours of your life.” In bridge, he finds intellectual and psychological nourishment.
“I think it’s really important to keep that state of vulnerability,” he said. “You have to give it up every once in a while. You have to walk into a room and be an idiot and not know what you’re doing. That’s the only way you can get anywhere in the world. And that’s the great lesson of bridge.”
Good grief, welcome back to another round of Where & When, where conversation and controversy flourish continually. Or at least since the last game, where we had a little controversy about the actual location and date. Nevertheless, it served a purpose and we all remain friends, ready to jump all over each other on the next challenge… I mean, jump all over the next challenge…
This is yet another picture I like a lot; something about the imposing aesthetic and the antiquity it represents. This photo was undated by my source, but I’m sure a few of our clever participants will be able to round up, if not find the exact year or date this picture was taken. Lots of clues to go by in that regard, so take your best shot. Some of you probably see this on a regular basis, but have not seen it in this manner for a long time, if ever.
A stein of Brigham’s Brew for the lucky number one who gets the name of the building in the background (when the picture was taken, important distinction) and the name of the street in the foreground along with an approximate date, and a cold bottle of Faygo for the rest who have similar responses. Bonus if you know what the building is called now and who owns it. I wonder if you know I’m keeping score somehow… anyway, enjoy; leave your responses in the comments and don’t peek at the photo credit. Happy Hunting!
[Photo Credit: Wired New York]
If it’s a beautiful day, I love taking walks. The walks are always aimless. From where I live, I like walking to the Battery, where so many people, including my own parents, came through that harbor and passed into Ellis Island and became Americans. You can just sit on a bench and look at the harbor, or look at the people. Like being a flâneur. You can just wander around and let the city dictate the script.
To enter the world of this wonderful memoir is to leave the dull certainties of home and go wandering. The author’s destination is always the great wide world Out There, and through his sharp, compact prose, Roger Rosenblatt takes the reader with him. He is, after all, what some 19th-century Parisians called a flâneur, a stroller sauntering through anonymous crowds in the noisy, greedy, unscripted panoramas of the city.
In that role, Rosenblatt has no exact destination. In unstated homage to such wandering scribes as Walter Benjamin and Charles Baudelaire, he doesn’t consult Google Earth or a guidebook. He doesn’t need a tour bus or a taxicab. He walks the streets like a poetic stray, embracing chance and accident, inhaling the gritty air of his true Old Country, a Manhattan village called Gramercy Park. He is not, however, parochial. Sometimes he slips over the border to make the strange feel familiar. Along the way, he bumps against human beings he almost surely will never see again.
Those nameless men and women are moving in the streets, retreating into shops, escaping snow or wind in the churches, the schools or the malls that have replaced the arcades once so precious to Parisian flâneurs. At times, a single person is the object of his scrutiny. Above all, his subject is people one at a time. He studies them, he says, like a detective. Clothes, hairdos, shoes, postures. And eyes, which say so much without words about what used to be called the soul. Rosenblatt tells us he has been doing this since his age was written in single digits. Detective fictions filled his head with ways to see the world, really see it, and then try to figure out what he was doing in that world. He suggests that though he studied at Harvard, and even taught there, his most important education came from popular fiction. Above all, detective fiction, starting with Sherlock Holmes.
[Photo Credit: Dave Sanders]
I went once as a kid. I would like to go again. (And I’ve never been to Ellis Island–for shame!)
[Photo Credit: Sally Elena Milota]