Broon's Ramblings

What to say? A whirlwind of seemingly constant activity and much shopping. Rosie’s first experience of NYC in a taxi from Penn Street station to the Intercontinental appeared to be overwhelming. She had never seen such a hectic and loud place. However, over the the next two days she became very fond of it.

As well as the tourism, I enjoyed the CNN nightly gutting of Trump which reflected his appalling ABC interview, but also a real transformation in approach since I was last here in February 2017, just after the inauguration. Back then CNN were polite and clearly hoping he’d behave in office. No more. Much like Eddie Mair and Boris….

Rather than boring you further, I”ll simply add photos to reflect where we went, but understand that I enjoyed seven shops, particularly the one where Rosie ended up with a little blue bag, I had a very expensive cup of coffee, and a ride in a lift with the most charming attendant who I take it has worked there for decades. He was almost as mellifluous as Alistair Cooke. For the gentleman it was Tiffany’s, and my optimism/worries about being refused entry in shorts and a t-shirt were misplaced.

Now sitting at JFK. Positively excited as trip back on the top deck of a 747 – a first for me. And better still I think it’s the retro one in BOAC colours!

It was, and the experience was good. The cabin is light and roomy and quite different from downstairs. That said, and to to my surprise, I found the steep take off into turbulence sitting backwards disconcerting.

The Independence Sea Port Museum is worth the visit. For a start it’ll make you go down to the Delaware River which is huge and filled with history. Most exciting of all you have the simply epic USS New Jersey across on the other side, while to the left is a combined rail and vehicle bridge which reminded Rosie of Golden Gate, and to the right the twin funnels of SS United States taking you back to the golden age of travel.

The museum itself is well thought out with a variety of naval, ship construction, and social history displays related to Philly’s maritime connections. As an aside, if travelling by car from the airport look out for the Philadelphia Naval Yard about half way to town. It used to contain multiple retired carriers from the Cold War but still has rows of smaller ships – destroyers/frigates – in numbers that would shame the RN.

One particular exhibit caught our attention. It was a box representing one in which a black runaway slave spent 18 hours to be carried to Pennsylvania and freedom in the C19th, again making the point that all men being created equal a century earlier was guff. Rosie just fitted.

However, the high spot is the two vessels you can visit, the cruiser USS Olympia from the C19th and the USS Becuna, a submarine which did five war patrols in the Pacific before moving onto listening to Russians until the 1960s. The common theme of both was work hard at school and become an officer. In the Becuna that apparently meant on patrol, unlike the enlisted men, you could enjoy a shower for one minute a week, whilst on the Olympia it meant you lived in the most civilised space I’ve seen on a warship.

The Becuna was not quite up to the same standard however better than hot bunking…

And here are some more shots to sate you. Rest assured Rosie enjoyed it – particularly the ice cream and lemonade in the sun.

We both throughly enjoyed ourselves, indulging in history for the most part – where else in the States would you start? As the impressive guide in Independence Hall said, speaking mostly to a class of 8th graders, this is the first dot in the ongoing join the dots that is America. He made a valiant attempt to encourage them to engage in the gun debate, making the point that amendments remain live and each generation must express its view. Some kids, and hopefully the teachers, got the point. The pupils who will no doubt carry guns may not have.

The guides we encountered were universally impressive – both National Park Service and independent – enthusiastic and knowledgeable, wanting to share the excitement of the late 1700s. The most impressive was perhaps in the Second National Bank of America – now an Art Gallery of portraits of the main players from the colonial/revolutionary period – who discoursed for 45 minutes, keeping us both interested. What was striking was the influence of the Enlightenment, and how British the colonials remained even ’til as late as 1775 when it began to tip. And all because of the idiocy of the British Government. How things change … oh no wait.

We loved Christ Church which is an elegant and light filled building with a history that goes back perhaps twelve generations! We were shown round by a lovely lady who knew Perth, having worked there when Scottish Amicable was taken over, and was clearly a Democrat. She was worried about their candidate in 2020. Biden was too old, and there were simply too many other candidates. People now seemed to be accepting Trump and she thought Pelosi had to seek impeachment, if only to prevent his behaviour becoming the new norm.

Interestingly, this theme was repeated at wine o’clock at the Monaco where we spoke with two scientists, one Swiss, the other German, over for a meeting with their American Board. The Swiss lady, who had lived in the States, was horrified how her boss, an intelligent and not illiberal man, positively supported Trump. He told her he liked the way he upset the norms, but chillingly had added that since Trump wasn’t after him, he accepted his offensive behaviour. The German colleague laughed, and observed that much the same had happened in his country once. I cheerfully observed that at least HMQ had toned him down and reminded him of the benefit of global order as opposed to isolationism, They were pleased that I kept referring to myself as a European, as distinct from the piggy eyed blond lady beside us who became increasingly red faced as we chatted happily. Obviously a Trumpette but not prepared to engage.

That is not to say for a moment that we had anything other than positive experiences. It is a matter of joy at how polite the Americans were. They can still queue, and the sheer industry they display shames me. Useful doing the sites.

We also visited the Reading Terminal Market and Rosie shopped in Macy’s lest you think I was cruel. It was a magnificent C19th shop in a building akin to Frasers in Glasgow. Better still it has the world’s largest working organ – the pipes in the photo are fake and the vents above open and shut as the range is played! But the music was sublime and made my day more than tolerable as Rosie indulged.

Finally, good news for those who were beginning to worry, there will be a brief and separate special interest post to follow for those who like ships!

The journey started well. Torrential rain at Heathrow but the plane was apparently on time. Except it wasn’t, and was on a stand requiring a bus. Wet passengers although absolute credit to the BA employee who stood with an umbrella between the bus and the covered stairs while the deluge continued.

On board matters became much more calm. Pyjamas issued, champagne provided, followed by more and more as the delay increased. Would have been rude not to. And then off for a somewhat bumpy ride to high altitude where it never quite smoothed out but who was caring?

Joined Rosie for dinner which was good though again the BA poached egg was still solid if not quite as rubbery. Menus below for those who are interested – Rosie had salmon followed by halibut while I had asparagus and beef. Then chocolate ice cream for Rosie and cheese for me. Wines were good though was being semi abstemious by this point.

Films and a brief snooze followed, with the joy of high tea at half past midnight UK time. Somewhat different yet admirable, albeit the stewardess perplexed me by clearing it all away save a small pot of jam, which she then asked me, ten minutes later, if I wanted to keep! Eh no! One particular cinematic joy was a BOAC short film “George and the Flying Boats”. It is simply magnificent, involving a boy getting a flight in a Sandringham, and grown men wandering about on wings and near moving propellers. In short, a reminder why H&S is so overblown. If ever flying BA long haul watch it. It will delight you.

Only fifteen minutes late in Philly, where it was also very windy and wet and horrifyingly humid, and to be absolutely fair we were in the hotel seventy minutes after leaving the aircraft – first off which was most satisfying in a shameful way.

All that smugness evaporated, however, once we hit the immigration queues, where a new circle of hell had been added, just for fun or so it seemed to me. We duly saw a human being who asked aggressively why we were there, as well as scanning all fingers and thumbs and photographing us, but prior to that we had to go through an automated procedure which did much the same – though right hands only – before issuing us with a most unflattering, in my case at least, photo.

This of course sorted the wheat from the chaff and the real test I suppose was to see who was stupid enough to stand in line behind the large family from a southern state who whooped and hollered as they failed to make it work for the fifth time. With Rosie’s help we avoided that and passed through uneventfully. In due course our print outs were looked at dismissively by the officer, marked with a large cross and then taken off us as we left the area. Most odd.

It was therefore a relief to be back in the Monaco Hotel which as a Kimpton has whacky if impressive decor. Not necessarily the best thing after eighteen hours of travel but strangely reassuring and remarkably sleep inducing.

Great news! Rosie professes herself satisfied with lounges.

An easy day of travel so far as everything has run ahead of schedule. A seven month old A321 Neo – no table in the spare seat – but otherwise much the same.

What has changed since 2017 is the way my body has obviously become a temple. For with two lounges and one flight down all I have eaten is fish or fruit and veg. Not a single sausage.

BA’s flight option from Edinburgh was a mushroom tarte which was very tasty. However don’t be fooled by the “poached” egg. It had the look and feel of a squash ball and didn’t so much explode gooey goodness as crumble.

The Concorde Lounge has been much better, although the Concorde seats have gone! Lunch was very good – soup/gravadlax and then we both had the crab tortellini. Yum.

The general ambience is if anything better than last time, as is the service, largely because there are more people who actually want to take an order. Furniture is improved too, in particular groovy day beds which we are currently taking full advantage of looking at a very damp Heathrow!

Not delusional royalty on my part, but simply indicative that the ramblings will continue reflecting the travels of two generations of Broon. On this occasion Rosie is coming along to experience the joys of low cost air mile travel and IHG Spire Ambassador excess. In short, points mean prizes!

Seemed only fair as (a) she has not (yet) inherited her mother’s humorous disdain for airport lounges and (b) she was due a treat given her success at school and impending departure to Dundee University to start law of all things.

So join us on a brief trip to Philadelphia and then New York, BA permitting. Rosie tells me we have a list of seven shops to visit in the latter but seems content to do some Constitutional history in the former. And my chances of visiting the battleship, the aircraft carrier, the cruiser, and the two submarines we’ll pass?

Enjoy the New Jersey. This is as much as you’re going to get I suspect!