The groundhog is like most other prophets; it delivers its prediction and then disappears. ~Bill Vaughn
“There is no way that this winter is *ever* going to end as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don’t see any other way out. He’s got to be stopped. And I have to stop him.”
The first day of February was an odd one. All week long I kept trying to make plans with people and they kept falling through. Unexpected family, unexpected problems etc. My friend Katy and I finally made a plan for yesterday afternoon. Due to our inability to read a calendar the plan collapsed after we were already on our way. This turned out to be a good thing. Since we had booked the time already and neither of us had the desire to return to our respective offices and work, we decided to go do something.
We ended up at the Morgan Library and Museum. the Morgan in the title is J.P. Morgan, well known for making tons of money between the last decade of the 19th Century and the first decade of the 20th. He is credited with, among many other things, building the banking coalition that stopped the Panic of 1907. Imagine that, a banker that actually cared about the country and not just his wallet. Whoda thunk?
The Museum and Library are based in his mansion and his collection was the founding collection of the Museum. If you are ever in NYC, it is well worth a visit. Herewith a few pictures I took (no flash allowed unfortunately).
This may be an early example of a Panic Room.
the vault was lined in solid steel and had a combination lock etc.
There is one other manuscript that I particularly enjoyed BUT I am saving that for this week’s Photo Challenge: Unique.
When we finished at the Morgan we started to go our separate ways but as we walked by The New York Public Library, Katy said that there was an exhibit she had been wanting to see and was I up for it. Titled “Lunch Hour New York City” it is a history of the development of, well, Lunch in NYC.
It closes soon and if you are near the city I strongly recommend it.
All in all a fortuitous misreading of the calendar.