VISIT TO PRINCETON: LAST STAGE OF OUR TRIP
On our last day on this trip we decided to rent a car in Manhattan and drive to Princeton University in New Jersey. We had been to Princeton once before (in 2008) on our first long distance “honeymoon” trip to New York.
We had a great time then, and we had a great time in Princeton today. We ended our visit to this Ivy League school with a delicious dinner at a creperie on Nassau St. (photo).
Getting out of Manhattan, however, was a different story. Between massive construction-related street blockages, and a resulting lack of signs, it took us forever to negotiate our way to the Lincoln Tunnel. The net result was a massive headache Elizabeth developed as a result of the stress.
Don’t worry, there is nothing that a Starbucks green tea frappuccino and a drive through the green countryside around Princeton would not cure. By the time we started walking through the campus, all was well with Elizabeth’s head and mood.
NO INDIANS AMONG PRINCETON FRESHMEN!
While waiting for Elizabeth in one of the university buildings (School of Foreign Studies), I noticed an interesting poster on the wall. It was sort of “who’s who” among the Princeton freshmen from Asia (photo).
“What’s missing on this map?” I asked Elizabeth when she rejoined me.
She could not figure it out.
“India,” I said. “There are no students here from India!”
Yet India is now virtually tied with China as the world’s most populous country (1.31 billion vs. 1.38 billion people).
Why are there no Indian freshmen at Princeton’s School of Foreign Studies?
I have no idea. So I asked a couple of students – one white blonde and one Asian with blonde hair.
They had no idea, either. In fact, they had not even noticed this anomaly.
“Well, that’s what happens when a Truth in Media editor arrives on a liberal university campus,” I told Elizabeth on our way out. “While most people notice what’s there, he notices the things that are missing.” 🙂
Some call it “reading between the lines.” I say that’s experience of decoding the New World Order’s lamestream media lies and deceptions for 27 years. This was merely another case in point.
Anyway, we are back at our Newark hotel and ready to fly back home to Phoenix tomorrow.
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Apr 22, 2017
A feel-good human interest story
COMPASSION AND GRATITUDE ON AA FLIGHT 550
The American people still have goodness in their hearts, notwithstanding our evil governments
We are back home now. Our 5-day trip to New York was a “red carpet” sojourn all the way. With a few stains here and there we picked up in Manhattan (stand by for an editorial on that).
Elizabeth and I both agreed that the apex of the trip was actually its main purpose – our evening at the Metropolitan Opera to see AIDA.
The second best, again we both agreed, was our spur-of-the-moment dinner at the Russian Tea Room.
The third, at least for me, was our last crepe dinner at a Princeton University creperie. Also spontaneous and unplanned.
Late Start from Newark
But our spirit guides saved perhaps the best human interest story for our return trip. Even before we got to the airport in Newark, NJ, we had been advised by AA that our flight to Dallas would be delayed by about 30 mins.
Later, we found out that the reason was a delay in incoming flight’s departure from New York via Charlotte, NC, due to congestion at the JFK airport. Or soma other JFK hassle. The same thing happened on our incoming flight to JFK from Charlotte.
So it looks like a chronic New York problem. And JFK is an airport to avoid in your travel plans, if at all possible.
As it turned out, our departure from Newark was actually 1.5 hours late. Which was the length of our layover in Dallas. So it looked as if we were likely to miss our Phoenix connection there.
But airlines pad their estimated flight times. So by the time we landed in Dallas, we still had 45 mins to make it to our Phoenix flight gate. So no sweat, no problem.
Hassles at Dallas Airport
Alas, we were not as lucky as we thought. The flight 550 to Phoenix was fully boarded with about 5 mins to spare before scheduled departure time. The captain had announced that they were about to close the doors and get ready to depart.
That’s when two Dallas cops entered the cabin. We overheard one of them say to his buddy, “we don’t even know if he (or she or they) is the first class or the economy.”
The proceeded to about the middle of the main cabin, followed by several members of the AA crew. After awhile, they walked back out with a young woman in between. She looked well dressed and groomed.
“She sure doesn’t look like a typical criminal, does she?” I told Elizabeth. She agreed.
“Maybe it’s a white collar crime,” I speculated. “Or they wanted her as a witness in a drug bust.”
I found it strange that Dallas cops would be allowed to enter and either arrest or interrogate a passenger. “Aren’t the airports supposed to be under federal jurisdiction?” I said to Elizabeth.
No answer. She just shrugged.
After about 10 minutes, the young woman walked back to her seat. Alone.
After some action in the front cabin, I saw a member of the maintenance crew depart the cockpit.
“Uh-uh,” I said to Elizabeth. “That’s never a good sign.”
After a few minutes, the captain came back on the horn.
“Sorry about all this. We now have new problem. Our cockpit door won’t lock. So we have now asked for maintenance to fix it. Hopefully it won’t take long.”
To cut the long story short, we departed Dallas about 1 hour later than scheduled.
Tight Phoenix Connections Lead to Magnificent Display of Compassion and Gratitude
This, of course, was bad news for all passengers who had tight connections in Phoenix. So the cabin crew chief came on the blower twice to announce that there were a lot of people on board in this predicament. And she asked the rest of the passengers, whose final destination was Phoenix, or who had connections after 8:30 PM, to remain seated upon landing to give others a chance to deplane and try to make their connecting flights.
Lo and behold, that’s exactly what happened.
When the plane landed and arrived at the gate in Phoenix, it took, what must have seemed like an eternity for waiting passengers with tight connection. for the ground crew to connect the jetway.
“Everybody is cooperating except for the airline,” one of the passengers remarked.
When the doors finally opened, most people, even in first class, remained seated, to let a flood of some 60-80 people rush through the aisle. As they were many of them were expressing their appreciation and gratitude to the seated passengers.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” and “God bless you all…” kept echoing through the cabin.
From the other side, one could hear the shouts, “good luck to you!… hope you make your flight!”
Compassion and gratitude
THAT’s what makes America GREAT, not the bombastic statements by our latest two-faced Liar in Chief at the While House and his group of plutocrats. And that’s what has ALWAYS made America GREAT.
In times of need, the people of this country have always reached out to each other and to the rest of the world. Even when it wasn’t our fight (like in the two world wars).
THAT is something the foreigners, who don’t understand this nation, need to remember. WE ARE NOT OUR GOVERNMENTS. Most of the American people have pure and compassionate hearts.
The spirit of compassion and gratitude was on display ini spades last night on the AA flight 550.
It’s good to be home. For five days, Elizabeth and I have not seen the sun. And for people who live in the Valley of the Sun, that’s ecological starvation.
The daily highs in New York were in the low 50s (F). Today, the temps in Scottsdale are expected to reach 92F.
No wonder the beautiful Palo Verde tree in our front yard, which we planted three years ago, greeted us with a big golden smile.
Welcome back to the desert,” its golden flowers, which look like hundreds of mini suns, seem to speak.
HAPPY SAINT GEORGE’S DAY!
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NEW YORK, NEW YORK… WHAT WILL BECOME OF THIS MODERN-DAY SODOM AND GOMORRAH?
Our trip to New York this week reminded Elizabeth and me of just how fortunate we are NOT to live in a place like that. On our flight back to Phoenix, we ruminated about that.
After living for the last 8 years on a 7-acre Garden of Eden in Paradise on Earth (Maui, Hawaii), and for the last 3.5 decades in the Arizona desert (Scottsdale), our return to New York served as a rude wake-up call. About how “the other half” live.
I have been coming to New York regularly during the last four decades while I was active in business out of Phoenix, sometimes 2-3 times a month. I spent more times in New York during the last 30 years than in any other city other than my hometown – Phoenix/Scottsdale.
Yet while many other people reveled and worshipped the City’s alleged vibrancy, I have always hated it. Could not wait to get out and back to the Arizona desert.
Because New York made me feel like a hamster on a wheel. Or a rat in a rat race whose only objective was self-enrichment.
Money, money, money… everybody seems to be about chasing 24/7 the Almighty Dollar in this modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah.
Quality of life?
What’s that? The nightmare of just trying to leave the City and get to the Lincoln Tunnel in downtown Manhattan gave Elizabeth a massive headache.
POOR BIRD, POOR PEOPLE OF NEW YORK
The day before, while walking along Broadway on the Upper West Side, I spotted a small warbler perched on an iron fence.
“Poor bird,” I said to Elizabeth. “Having to live in a concrete jungle like this.”
“Yes, poor bird,” she agreed.
We also felt sorry for the people who have to live in a place like New York City. Yes, “have to.” Because very few of them have a chance to escape this prison of human spirit. They are confined to it either culturally or economically.
For those who have lived in this urban jungle all their lives chasing the Accursed Buck, this is “normal.”
“If they don’t know any better, perhaps they don’t miss the green fields and blue skies and oceans the way we do,” I told Elizabeth.
Bird, man, spirit… caged. That’s life in New York City.
THE ACCURSED BUCK RULES THE ROOST EVEN IN THE WORLD OF ARTS AND CULTURE
Of course, New York also has some appeals. The arts and culture scene is one of them. But even the artists come here in pursuit of fame and fortune. And we saw how greedy the Metropolitan Museum was when its “suggested donation” turned out to be a mandatory $25 ticket even just to use a restroom.
So back to money, money, money. And greed, greed, greed.
The Accursed Buck rules the roost in New York City. This became all too obvious to Elizabeth and me even during our short (4-day) stay in the City this week.
‘No wonder one of my IBM 1976 Atlanta, Georgia, sales school classmates said, when we were all asked to introduce ourselves and state where we were from, “my name is Hirsch Rosenberg [fictitious name], and I am from the Shitty.”
At the time, I had no idea what he meant, never having been to New York before 1976. But now, especially after this 4-day visit, I understand my old IBM pal all too well.
“Shitty” it is indeed.
“We are so blessed,” Elizabeth said upon our return home to Scottsdale last night.
Indeed we are.
We have the sunshine, the clean air, the pools and spas, the freedom to roam the desert, no traffic nightmares, birds and bees on the golf courses, Arizona Opera, Phoenix Symphony, Hispanic cuisine and fiestas, western rodeos and horse races… so why would we want to go to Sodom and Gomorrah?
AIDA. That’s the only reason.