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photo, water taxi beach, sundown over manhattanSunset view from Water Taxi Beach.

The subway wasn't much slower anyway. What a thrill arriving at Willet's Point, Flushing Meadows, to see all the Mets fans wearing Mets shirts, hats, gloves, sneakers, jackets, hankies, beards, carrying barbecues and game–watching tools such as custom hotdog holders and personal portable toilets.

Z's sister had gotten us tickets in one of the higher balconies, but not quite so high as last time in the freeze–and–bleed zone. The only problem was that the headroom was kind of low, cutting off any view of the night sky, the scoreboard and the sight of the presidential box, wherever it was. We couldn't see the jets we could hear taking off from nearby La Guardia either.

Before starting the game – Mets vs Colorado Rockies – they had a special treat which was to remember the fabulous Mets team of 1986, so they put a big plastic hanky over the infield and had the old team guys line up in slow motion, take a bow and hug each other. After several days of this, after a quarter of the waiting fans refilled their drinks, hotdogs, sandwiches, portable toilets, some dudes in short pants uncovered the field, letting the rain do its worst. I was surprised no one was electrocuted.

The game itself was pretty boring for the first five innings. In the second half of the sixth it became kind of exciting when the Rockies made two errors, a fumble, a flat nose–fall, and a booboo – all typical Met's errors I was told. But the Mets were waiting to pounce and pounce they did!

They tricked the Rockies into letting Mets stand on all the bases and then some guy quit ignoring balls and struck at one, giving it a good sock, and Rockies' errors did the rest, allowing Metzies to romp in home like they were the kings of New York. I felt sorry for the Rockies. But being a loser in New York is a higher station than being a winner in Arizona so they should not feel too bad. Maybe they got free replica baseball cards showing famous Metzies too.

Frankly, I made some of this up. Z's sister got seats so cheap that the view of the field was only a narrow squinty slit and when the home team did something great like take their places on the field, all the true fans right in front stood up and wiggled their arms like an airplane load of snakes. I tried standing up too but it just made the headroom lower. Did I say this already?

photo, baseball, mets game, she stadium, queens Cool play by Mets at Shea Stadium.

Anyhow the Mets won somehow. Then we had the pleasure of all leaving the stadium at once and trying to cram on the subway line 7 for the ride back to civilization. For some reason there were only a few trains for 55,000 of us but we were winners so what did we care? Being a winner in New York is like having a Tour Eiffel with free hotdogs. As Jackie Gleason used to say, "How sweet it is!"

Update:– The Mets are doing well this year. So well, in fact, that many New Yorkers who scorned them for 20 years are joining the fan club. But the bartender at a joint in Queens complained that the Mets had raised false hopes too often to be credible – just as they were committing gross errors on a wide–screen TV overlooking the bar and losing by some ridiculous score of something like 1–0.

The 'Unbalanced Whites' Café Metropole Club 'Report'

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The first Club Meeting of the Week in September last Thursday was chaired by the secretary and attended by three members and Bongo. You can refresh your club lore with the report of this this cheery meeting which was curtly headlined, Unbalanced Whites – Mascots, Cookies, Boggles. On reflection, there were no boggles at the meeting.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on the second Thursday of September which is the 14th. The 'Saint of the Week,' will be Croix Glorieuse, which might be the same as Triumph of the Holy Cross. This is merely one of 10,000 saints and there are scholars who think some of them may have never existed.

The equally unlikely legend of the club is on a page of utter wonder so aptly called the 'About the Club' page. Exercise your reasoning facilities with some true facts, by glancing at the club's award–winning, shabby and blotchy hand–fashioned membership card before its impending oblivion.

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This Was Metropole One Year Ago

This feature is again unavailable this week for climatic reasons, mostly because 'Ed' is dead lazy but partly because the heat is on and the living is easy.

Café Life Lite 1O1

Lest We Misremember

Today marks the date of Henry Hudson landing on the island of Manhattan in 1609, I think. This happened while he was searching for the Northwest Passage, up north, but there was nothing doing up there so he steered his good ship Halve Maen west.

Henry sailed around New England for several months and was the first European to later write about it, except for Giovanni da Verrazano who did the same thing in 1524, but maybe he forgot to write about it. However it was, the Dutch later claimed Manhattan for Holland and called it New Amsterdam, to distinguish it from the other Amsterdam. Apparently it was old Henry himself who named Staaten Eylandt, which is today connected to The City by a free ferry boat and a bridge named after Giovanni.

Pataphysical Antiquities

There are a mere 111 days left of this year, the same number that 573 had when a local council met at the Saint–Pierre basilica to ponder a question concerning the bishop of Dunois. This building, or where it is, is now the lycée Henri IV, but what they decided is unknown.

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 254 days, the same number that 1218 had when the bishop of Saint–Malo, Pierre Giraud, died after holding the office for 34 years. Ever since it has been a tradition in Montparnasse to take a hot cocco at the café Saint–Malo at five in the morning, especially in the winter when it's cold and wet.

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Fashion News for the Particular

On no particular date the Italians of Genoa invented jeans for the Genoese navy, for the sailors to wear while they were swabbing decks and dancing to the hornpipes. They required a garment they could wear wet or dry, and roll up the pant legs, for the swashbuckling look. Jeans were laundered by towing them wrapped in a net behind the ships and when they hung to dry the sun bleached them, evenly, all over. The French got in the act by calling them bleu de Gênes, mispronouncing the Italian blu di Genova as... jeans. The part about denim and Nîmes seems to be irrelevant.

In a Classe of Their Own

This date should be remembered as the 45th birthday of the World Wildlife Fund. Of course you might wish to recall that today is also the anniversary of the first Beatles recording, Love Me Do, which went on sale on 5. October 1962, getting to 17th place on the UK hitparade. Later, pirate Radio Caroline helped them get to the very top of the tops. Were not those the frisky days?

A bientôt à Paris
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