No One Looks Good in Horizontal Lines

... not the fashion statement, of course; I think anyone can look quite dapper in stripes. I'm referring to lines, like the one pictured. This particular line is for the Statue of Liberty ferry, which one can catch right here in Battery Park. I haven't been in a while--the first and last time was when I was a Lipper intern back in aught-four and we all went as a group and I definitely recommend it.

I have a special affection for one of the ferry's stops; my great grandfather, Carmen aka Papa Nooci, arrived to this country via Ellis Island when he was about 11. Working at MJH, I get a great view of the place where my family got its start in this country. (A fact that brings endless joy to Papa Nooci, who, whenever I mention it, will break into a story about the first time he saw Lady Liberty.) But every day at lunch, I get an even more up-close and personal view of the enormous, snaking line of people that, I assure you, wraps around the park on a nice day. I look at these poor souls in pity and think "Oh dear. Do they know that the Museum has air conditioning?"

I remember thinking when I first started that the Museum completed a lower Manhattan triad. Positioned across from Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, the Museum is a conveniant complement to these other two sites of heritage. (The air conditioning and short lines are an added perk.)