Preparing to go overseas for a bit. I’ve never been out of the country before so I find myself being more than a little nervous. It doesn’t help I will be traveling alone for a good part of my journey.
In White Plains there is a building with a very interesting statue. It’s been there ever since I was a child and I remember it from when I first went to White Plains with my mom.
He looks to be a lawyer from the papers in his case and hands. Every part of the statue has great detailing. His clothes, his papers (which are readable!), his voice recorder (a really old cassette tape model).
Also, it seems someone dropped a nickle into his case, but it’s so filled with stagnant water no one wants to fish it out! Not that I can blame them…
Near by is a placard with information about the statue. The papers are dated 1981, so I guess that is around the time this was made. The artist is J. Steward Johnson Jr. while the name of the piece is called “First Case.”
Brother has always loved the water. I could never understand why, as he (and I) are unable to swim. As soon as the weather starts to warm up, he follows me around asking if we could plan a trip with everyone to the beach or some lake.
This summer he got his wish.
We went to see the fireworks at Rye Playland; an amusement park, which is known for its beach, 100+ year old wooden roller coaster, and frequent fireworks displays. Overlooked by most, Playland also has an old boat house from which you can rent a rowboat or take a tour of the nearby Long Island Sound.
We didn’t choose to do either of these (I flatly refuse to set foot on any sort of boat) but we did spend some time gazing over the water. It was nice.