I often accompany Chuck when his football games are far away. When his dad, brother, and/or friends cannot come in my stead. As I have mentioned before, these road trips usually involve some kind of loving bribery that makes my company and navigational skills payment for a nice hotel room or a shopping spree or outrageously awesome dinner theater. Yesterday, Bloomsburg played at Long Island University, Post Campus in Brookville, NY. I tagged along and made sure to document the important parts.
First, the trip is long and full of tolls. New Jersey and Staten Island are the worst offenders. Normally, if you can avoid these places, do so. And prepare yourself for the down time. Fortunately, I am quite skilled at reading in the car. Remember, I grew up road tripping – motion sickness is for wimps! I finished A Dance with Dragons as we entered Nassau County, NY.
We decided to grab brunch as we had arrived a bit early. The local diner had an hour wait, but then I noticed an IKEA and decided that meatballs would tide me over. When out of town, I have a rule about never eating in a chain or franchise that I can visit at home. In the sleepy mid-section of PA where we live, many novel stores and products take time to take root. We have only recently discovered self-serve frozen yogurt bars! IKEA is popular enough among my friends and family, but we have to drive to Philly or Baltimore to shop there and cannot get delivery. Plus, those meatballs are bangin’.
Here is what I found in the parking lot at IKEA:
Best. Family. Stickers. Ever.
Then we went to the game. BU won, the LIU Post fans were whiny and obnoxious, and a bunch of drunk students heckled everyone who walked to or from the guest seating.
I started reading Freakonomics and worked on some crosswords. The campus of LIU Post is very pretty and wooded. This area of “Lawn Guy Land” seems pretty swank. There are lots of large houses and gated driveways. Of course, the whole place is part of the flight path for JFK. That would get old, fast.
Now, don’t laugh at me. I have never been to NYC. If we had the money or time, we might have made this trip into a long weekend. Alas, I never have the time or money. I love the arts, I love cities, and I love history. I know, I am a total bumpkin. Look how excited I was just to drive past the city:
Central PA is a weird, ethnocentric type of place. Most people here dislike New Yorkers and city life in general. I don’t think this type of billboard helps anyone overcome stereotypes:
Still, I find the city enchanting, even from a distance:
I abused my navigational powers and directed us to Manhattan. We drove across the southern tip of the island and got stuck in terrible traffic. I’ll blame the street festival we saw, but I know the city is not a place to bring a car. Chuck was less than amused. I thought it was beautiful, and I need to go back tomorrow. Or ASAP. Whatever. I was busy looking at architecture but I did manage to snap a photo of us entering the New Holland Tunnel.
Okay, you can laugh at me now.