No doubt about it - Mim fell in love with Hawaii & Ireland, but the "big island" that totally swept my sis off her feet was Manhattan. From her first contact in the early 1960s, Mim slipped easily into a New York state of mind.
Our first foray into the wilds of Manhattan was back when I was in middish elementary school, Mim was in high school (I think). Peter took us up to see Mike off on an Atlantic crossing on the original Queen Mary! (Mom was supposed to come to, but she was still recovering from surgery (stripped veins?) & was not up to it.)
What a thrill! The surreal hustle & bustle around the docks. The experience of boarding. The majestic liner & her state rooms were every bit as WOW as we'd imagined.
While Mike's cabin looked to the rest of us like an over-sized closet with 4-bunks squished in, to a former sailor it was cozy enough. When it came to serious squish, seems the Queen Mary didn't come close to the USS Enterprise!
After bidding our
We sipped so slowly, our Cokes got tepid. My first Dali-esque experience of time & place - an eon tick tocked by as two out-of-towners s l o w l y s i p p ed their Cokes at a Schraft's soda fountain counter.
Can still see the advertising placard for Yoo Hoo featuring Yogi Berra - it was over the fountain, near the clock that the two of us (and the counter man) kept watching .
Little did the three of us guess that NYC would become far more synonymous with MIM than Peter. Time would tell!
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