home of the two Marys. The farther Mary comes and goes, but the nearer one–Mary A. Whalen, hub of the Basin–will
serve as locus for (literally) tons of visiting historical vessels (See Atlantic Basin 1) this summer as well as intangible amounts
of fun. See the full calendar of music, movies, lectures, and visiting vessels on the calendar here. Or just come by to hang . . . during TankerTime. When I tried to interview Mary A. Whalen about the summer, her only response was the smile created by red-white-blue bunting hanging between the portholes on the house.
in early August . . . if the schedule is to be believed.
Hail! Marys of the Atlantic Basin. See bowsprite’s adorable rendering here.
This coming Saturday–July 24–is City of Water Day in NYC. Some of the events at Atlantic Basin include a marine security display with a VACIS container scanner, a sniffer dog from US Customs and Border Protection, Urban Divers mobile marine museum, a container mover from American Stevedoring, tours of visiting steam lighthouse tender Lilac, live music, food from local Brooklyn vendors including Kevin’s Restaurant and Kustard King. And more!
See more City of Water Day info here.
Middle three fotos by Will Van Dorp; all other fotos and mosaic here by Carolina Salguero.
Unrelated: Earlier today I asked the following question: Can anyone help identify this large floating object on the Hudson here? Foto was taken by the Mighty Quinn five days after the Willis Avenue Bridge floated by, and a few weeks after the house barge sauntered through. And the answer . . . just in from Richard Canty, captain of Glen Cove: The object in question is a set of “cooling towers for the new power plant being built in Astoria at Steinway Street. They were built at P&M Marine’s dock in Coeymans, NY. That dock may be remembered by some as the old Brickyard. The towers are giant sails. Very exciting driving in a wind….. any wind.”
And this will be my last post for July. Lake Opeongo has called. It seems some mysteries there need my immediate attention–or I need theirs . . . stuff like deciphering the code of crickets, the flickering of fireflies, the meandering of muskellunge, the wiles of wintergreen, the secrets of snipe, the contours of congress (lower case), the rituals of relating, the protocol of pursuit, the finesse of friendship (oh.. this could be endless) . . . . Ah, the glories of gallivanting.
Til August . . . cheers from tugster.