The Things You Never Really Do: A Photo Essay

I took the Staten Island Ferry yesterday. It was beautiful, my friend from Paris and I had just enjoyed a sweet brunch at the Pink Pony, the LES boutiques were horridly expensive so we hitched a ride on the J to way downtown. The conversation went something like this, “Hey do you want to take the Staten Island Ferry?”. “Uh, ok. Why not.”

Exhibit A, this is the fancy looking building for the Staten Island Ferry. The lettering is so big so that people won’t have an excuse not to go to Staten Island. i.e. “I couldn’t find it.”

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Then there are escalators so you can’t say “I didn’t want to walk up the stairs.”

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The lighted scrolling display welcomes you to the Staten Island Ferry. You wait in front of glass doors, sort of like for the Air Train. It feels mildly disorienting that you don’t have to buy or hold a ticket.

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The cultish green of the institutional chairs makes me think of candy.

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This is when we realize that we’re leaving Manhattan. Why?

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We see that statue, you know, the famous one, up close.

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And the Verrazano bridge, closer.

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Pretty picture of the receding skyline.

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Yuck, seagulls.

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I’m so excited that there is a snack bar! Sorry the picture is blurry but the people there were giving me dirty looks for documenting them in this establishment so I quickly ducked into the hallway.

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Apparently it’s colder in Staten Island.

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Where are the children?

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Once we arrive in Staten Island, every passenger except for the seven or thirteen who actually live on Staten Island (bless their hearts) makes an immediate U-turn to join the line getting back on the boat. I guess we could have just stayed on.

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Nevertheless, the sign is cute.

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All this free ferrying makes us hungry so we indulge in some salty nachos and cheese sauce. YES!

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There is also beer. They’ve thought of everything!

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Almost back, wait for it. We feel like immigrants. Or maybe refugees.

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Now let’s get the hell off this boat.

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And we’re done.

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My friend asked me, “Why is it free?” and the only answer I can think of is “Because if they charged anything nobody would ever go to Staten Island.”

4 Comments so far

  1. Ian Canino (unregistered) on March 12th, 2006 @ 5:07 pm

    Haha.. Nice photo-essay. Ever heard of how Staten Island got its name? A couple of dutch settlers left the southern tip of Manhatten and in the fog they saw the island. One of the settlers said in english with a dutch accent “Ez dat en island?”

    I believe it is a urban legend but totally possible!


  2. Doris Night (unregistered) on March 12th, 2006 @ 5:24 pm

    great pix, anna! i love the action shot of the feet getting the hell off the boat.


  3. Anna (unregistered) on March 12th, 2006 @ 11:59 pm

    thanks!


  4. An Islander (unregistered) on March 25th, 2006 @ 6:57 am

    Do me a favor… don’t come back. We don’t need you saying bad things about our home.



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