Evening Ebb

My room at Hotel 17 in Gramercy Park near Union Square and NYU in lower Manhattan. A pleasant enough room with shared bathrooms in the hall. Seemed a good value for the price. American Airlines decided that I should spend Thursday evening with them in Miami and in the air, so rather than a 640pm arrival, we arrived at 1140 and I finally made it to the hotel at almost 2am. Since I checked out around 1000am this morning, I probably should have asked if they rented the room by the hour. It was good to get a few hours of sleep and take a shower.

Went to morning minyan at the Tifereth Israel Town and Village Schul and then picked up some breakfast at Sarabeth's bakery in the Chelsea Market. Walked the High Line and worked my across the island from 10th Ave back to 2nd Ave while meandering from 28th St down to 17th St, then after a quick stop at Trader Joes, hopped the L train and the E train back to Penn Station.

Now I'm on an Amtrak Regional train heading for Boston. It's running a half hour late. Hope this isn't a trend.

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Vessel Name:	s/v Evening Ebb
Vessel Make/Model:	1979 Pearson 365 Ketch
Hailing Port:	Washington, DC
Extra:	The boat's name comes from a poem by Robinson Jeffers: Evening Ebb The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of the air Over the calm of an ebb that almost mirrors their wings. The sun has gone down, and the water has gone [...] down From the weed-clad rock, but the distant cloud-wall rises. The ebb whispers. Great cloud-shadows float in the opal water. Through rifts in the screen of the world pale gold gleams, and the evening Star suddenly glides like a flying torch. As if we had not been meant to see her; rehearsing behind The screen of the world for another audience. More