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There always needs to be a first time, for everything. Maria J (ex-Jesus Saves) did it for me . . .
my passing from innocence to experience. I picked the day, bridge dedication plus 80 years with vivid bridge shadow on the water. Land in the distance is Elizabeth, NJ; point on right is Bergen Point . . . a section of Bayonne, NJ that once was a farm of tanks . . . an orchard if you prefer.
Zim Virginia was the first ship
to pass beneath me. Anyone know of fotos of traffic through here 80 and 75 and 50 years ago?
Charles D. McAllister assists port side, and
Maurania III, starboard, nudges the vessel to starboard to
avoid Shooter’s Island and head up to Port Elizabeth.
Happy dedication day! If you missed the link to the pdf published by the Port Authority upon the 75th anniversary, click here. Great vintage pics. If you missed the diagram of the planned approximately 80′ raising of the roadbed, click here.
All foto by Will Van Dorp.
Happy . . . . first sunny Sunday in April. With balmy weather and a full spectrum of light conditions this first weekend of April, just call it the weekend right before summer although it may snow yet this spring . . . Whatzit below? I’ll do a post on Gabby soon; for now that’s all I’ll say.
Adriatic Sea–the most powerful sounding vessel in the boro–and Lincoln Sea, off in the distance lower left both recall for me summers past.
Oleander heads off to Bermuda while Baltic Sea enters the east end of KVK.
Kuroshio Express flushes water through its dolly partons while arriving for its boro-6 appointment, escorted by
Brendan Turecamo.
Patapsco prepares for an assist.
Ellen McAllister escorts in Zim Virginia.
As I watched from pier 66, Melvin E. Lemmerhirt passes between me and the setting sun, which
also burnished the dull gray surfaces of Intrepid.
All fotos taken on good Friday afternoon by Will Van Dorp.
Z . . . the end. Of the alphabet but not the blog. This A through Z set of meditations–with one medication slipped in on Q day–happened quite by chance. If I am moved to repeat the series, Z could be ZULU time, z-drive or Zuider Zee. Or Zachery Reinauer (Cohoes, NY-built and ex-Mobil 1 and Tioga) . . .
or Zim San Francisco,
one of more than 40 vessels operated by Zim Integrated Services. Again below is Zim San Francisco and McAllister Sisters.
Or Zhen Hua 10, one of many differing only in the number suffix.
Or Zim Qingdao or
Or Zim Shenzhen.
Or Zim Virginia . . . here following Mary Gellatly.
But actually I’m reflecting on something different . . . non-tangible. Zulu tango, my invented term for
“zero tolerance,” a term which is way overused. Zulu tango (“zebra tango” . .. some striped equines doing a sultry dance snout à snout . . . would be more fun to imagine) or ZT gets my complete support in some areas, like operating any large or lethal machine under “the influence.” But then ZT gets overused . . . like in the case of the “end of the pocket knife.” It reminds me of the time I was almost arrested as I entered the Smithsonian’s Museum of the American Indian just after sailing: when they ran my backpack through the scanner, they found my boat “tool” and spike, which I’d forgotten was there.
So here’s my list of ZT acts: no postponing projects, no assuming outcomes, no ducking disagreement, no enabling chaos, no hobbling myself, no losing sight of priorities . . . .and I guess I might as well say . . . no excessive zebra tango. Thank you for bearing with me in this series of meditations. Time to move on, although I’m happy to hear your association(s) with different letters of the alphabet in this vein.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
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