So after getting to bed around 2 or 2.30, we woke up a little bit later than the day before, made our daily stop at Dunkin' Donuts, and hopped on the subway all the way down into Brooklyn. It was here in Brooklyn that I wanted to make a stop that was thwarted last time I was in NY. As a lifetime Dodger fan and general baseball history fan, I have always been terribly intrigued with the the pre-Los Angeles days when the Dodgers called Brooklyn home. It's a part of my personal baseball "lineage" that I will never fully understand, having never lived in Brooklyn and of course living 50 years past when they were even there to begin with. But like my Irish ancestry, there's something just mesmerizing about looking into your past and seeing where you, or in this case, your favorite baseball team, came from.
Last year in NY we had a rental car, and on our way out of town I drove across the Brooklyn Bridge to visit the site of the Dodgers' former home near Prospect Park in Brooklyn: the now absent Ebbets Field. But due to a crime scene (the Ebbets plot of land is now home to the Jackie Robinson Apartments, which is really the Jackie Robinson Projects), we couldn't drive down the street and I had to peer the old location from the car window. So this year, travelling via subway and foot, I was excited to finally make it there on the hallowed grounds.


From there we hopped the subway to the Financial District, where we walked through the night before, but wanted to make a day pass to see a few locations. First, we stopped in Trinity Church, featured in the awful movie "National Treasure" with the awful actor Nicholas Cage. Trinity is amazing, an 18th century building that looks straight down the narrow corridor of Wall St. It also houses the gravesite of Alexander Hamilton, of $10 bill fame. Hamilton was our nations first national treasurer (maybe that's why they chose this site for "National Treasure?"), and was a major player in the Revolutionary War, leading the campaign that would lead to the surrender of the British General Cornwallis, effectively ending the war. In 1804 he accepted an invite to a duel with political rival Aaron Burr, who was the Vice President of the United States under President John Adams. And when I say duel, I mean guns, "ready, aim, fire" kind of a duel. Sometimes I think I'd like to see this as part of our presidential debates. These were real men. Sadly (well, either way is sad, both men were American patriots), Hamilton lost the duel, incidentally on the same spot his son lost a duel 3 years previous.

An ominous and surreal experience, the crowd is simply silent. Even for me, my 5th time viewing the site, it just still doesn't seem real.
From the WTC, we hop on the subway, grab our things at Matt and Casey's loft, snap a few pictures from their "backyard" on the garden roof, which is super sweet, and take off towards the Battery, which is the southern tip of Manhattan where we'll be getting on the Staten Island Ferry.

We got our four tickets for free from the company our keyboard player, Matt Piro, works for, a little outfit known as 24 Hour Fitness, so we met up with Matt and Casey (a different Matt, obviously) for the game, something I was glad we could do just to say a little thanks for letting us crash their pad (they're newlyweds, so it takes quite a bit of generosity to give up two nights of privacy in a loft). The game was great, it left only 12 remaining games at Yankee Stadium, and it was my one and only night game there, which was cool. We left a tad early, since we had a 4 hour drive to Boston, and wanted to make sure we weren't driving around too late and potentially getting lost in the bad part of the Bronx.
After a seeminly shorter than four hours trip Boston, we arrived just a tad north in Salem, affectionately known as Witch City. Here we stayed with two real life saints, Phil and Bev Wyman, pastors of a smallish but passionate and inspiring church called the Gathering in one of the toughest towns to be a Christian. Again, true saints, in word, deed, and heart. It's always a privilage to stay with them. More about them on Day Four.
Total cost, per person, for food (including expensive Stadium food and beers) and subway for Day THREE: $29.
So that concludes Day Three. Tomorrow, on Day Four, we'll explore Boston, entailing the original Cheers, the Boston Common, the graves of John Hancock, Paul Revere, Peter Faneul, Sam Adams, and Ben Franklin's parents, the Old North Church, the USS Consitution, and Fenway Park