Atlantic Crossing: Day 6
Dinner at Todd English last night was mixed. We had a fabulous table, looking at the ocean but also at everyone who arrived and departed. (One couple, unhappy with their table, had some bread, then declared the menu “unsatisfactory” and
Atlantic Crossing: Day 5
Dover sole last night, quite good. We then ventured to the Queen’s Royal Court, and Jerri Sager, a veteran Broadway and West End chanteuse, belted out the traditional show-stoppers in a somewhat overwrought manner, but with a wonderful voice, backed
Atlantic Crossing: Day 4
We are, this afternoon, passing about 35 nautical miles north of the Titanic. No, you can’t make this up. They actually proudly announce it. (Last night on the closed circuit TV they showed “The Titanic,” not the great original, but
Atlantic Crossing:Day 3.5
It’s 4:30 on the North Atlantic on Tuesday, and we’ve covered about 525 nautical miles, with about 2700 ahead of us. The ship is cruising at 25 knots through placid seas, the lowest calibration on the scale that can be
Atlantic Crossing: Day 3
From the North Atlantic: We watched the sun setting over the Verrazano Bridge. People stared up in terror and fascination as the ship’s funnels seemed to clear the underside of the bridge by 20 feet. A police boat escorted us out as
Atlantic Crossing: Day 2
I don't know how often I'll be able to post, so let me at least tell you where I am. We've boarded the QM 2 through special priority boarding. Picture a cross between Disney, The Ritz, and and a Mediterranean
Atlantic Crossing Journal: Day 1
I'm going to attempt to record our Atlantic Crossing in print, by photo, and with video. And I'm going to attempt to do that using a minimum of my time, but also trying to provide a real flavor of the
Nantucket Journal: August 23, 2008
It’s 9:45 pm and we’re sailing home on the smaller ferry, Nantucket. My car is lost among SUVs with roof storage units and four bikes on the tailgates. Assorted dogs are making the trip. Public school begins before Labor Day
Nantucket Journal: August 22, 2008
A gorgeous day at the beach. Perhaps five of us on the cusp of the Atlantic, along with the occasional sandpiper and gull. Finished Original Sin (tough sledding, but fascinating) and started on Cialdini’s Yes. Dinner at the Club Car, octopus
Nantucket Journal: August 21, 2008
I’m sitting on the terrace at 7:30 in the morning, listening to the flag halyard creak in the omnipresent sea breeze. The lawn chairs stand like sentinels watching the bay. Very few people are about. The papers haven’t arrived—they’re on a