Quebec to New York Cruise Fall 2019 travel blog

Grand Central Station

 

 

 

The Bronx

The East River

The Palisades along the Hudson River

Peekskill, my hometown

The train station

The station area has been gentrified

Downtown didn’t look like this when I lived here

 

Division St and South Street – the building in the middle is...

Church of the Assumption; my elementary school is on the top 2...

My house 225 Walnut St

Don Stuck, the brother of a girl I walked to high school...

Jill’s view of the Hudson Highlands

The living room

Evening on the patio

And Jill in the pool

They have a bocci court in their back yard

The Hudson River

He’s been hiking the Appalachian Trail

So have they

Purple Heart Memorial Bridge (in my day it was the Bear Mountain...


Saturday morning we cabbed to Grand Central Station. It hadn’t changed since I was a kid growing up in Peekskill NY. My dad worked for the New York Central Railroad so I rode the trains to Grand Central all the time. Jill and Andrew suggested we get off the train one stop early in Peekskill. They met us there and so began a tour of my hometown. We drove all over and most of the town had changed. Where I went to Junior High is now a nursing home. My high school is not where it used to be. It is now on the campus of the former Peekskill Military Academy which is 2 blocks from the house where I grew up. We drove through Depew Park where my friends and I rode our bikes, played and swam at the pool there. It’s amazing how everything looked smaller.

We were standing in front of my house when a man came out of a house across the street and said “You must be little Joanie McCullough”. I hadn’t a clue who he was. Turns out he is the brother of a girl I walked to high school with every day.

Finally we drove to Garrison and had an excellent Andrew dinner, lots of wine, and slept in a very comfortable bed. Jill’s daughter, Cara, came the next day. She is a lovely young lady and my political soul mate. We ate, we talked, we played a French form of bocci. But alas it was time to pack the suitcases for the last time, drive to the airport at Newburgh and fly Jet Blue home.

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