Posts Tagged ‘york’

Wel-come to the Hotel Penn-syl-vania (doo doo doo doo doo doo DEW DEW)

June 30, 2010

Hotel Pennsylvania

The Hotel Pennsylvania! What a fine hotel. It was designed by McKim, Mead & White, the same firm who designed Pennsylvania Station, right across the street! You can definitely see the resemblance, with the columns, the stately appearance, and the sorta-Grand Central-y feel to it. The former Pennsylvania Station was destroyed in 1963. You might recognize it today as Madison Square Garden!

York Restoration Corporation hasn’t yet had a chance to stay a night at this fine hotel, but – the reviews seem to agree that it’s a fine example of a luxurious, classy, well-respected up-scale hotel.

That reminds York – what’s the difference between a HOtel and a MOtel? It seems to York that motels are usually smaller, strip-mall-appearing things off the sides of semi-abandoned rural highways, whereas hotels usually carry a sense of class and expense.

But then again, what do we know? Just one of those odd questions that no one seems to know a definitive answer for.

Until someone tells us, we’ll keep substituting one for the other.


Well, look who’s decided to come loom over York Restoration’s walk

June 29, 2010

Empire State looming

Why, it’s the Empire State Building! In all its loomy glory.

York Restoration Corporation hasn’t scaled this fine building in years. Not since 1999 has York set foot in its lovely lobby. Or stood in its express elevator to the observation deck, where one of the only unobstructed views of Manhattan can be found.

It’s certainly worth a revisiting, that’s for sure, but what is it about time that makes big, important things seem hard or difficult? York could watch a movie tonight, or do the dishes, flip through cable, go to the gym, or work late. Feh! Shouldn’t York continue doing, at least occasionally, the things that make New York so wonderful? Even if they’re “touristy.”

Every now and again, it’s nice to experience first-hand some of the things that make NYC so unique.

A fountain for York

June 21, 2010

York's fountain of love

What is it about fountains’ promise of incidental mist that draws York Restoration Corporation like ants to dryrotted wood? Relief? Cool, clean water? Maybe the ambient relaxation that comes from watching kids splash and New Yorkers’ faces transform from rictuses of low-level irritation or frustration into relative relaxation or even the occasional smile?

We forget so often how this city seems to add up on you, build up inside you like the radiation from a long-ago meltdown; our city’s Chernobyl never happened, but somehow happens every day.

York spent a good hour sitting, alternating reading an old book with unabashed looking. Watching. Staring out at the fountain and everyone who played in and around it. We occasionally stumble across these areas that stress forgot, where the over-exposed film of everyday life pulls back its harsh whites and grays and grants us a few moments of shade, a cooling mist, and the seemingly distant laughter of kids being kids. Far away, the city continued on without us.