Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Fedora's Last Days?

The rumor has been going around for the past few months that the Fedora Bar and Restaurant is not long for this world. I went in for a drink the other night, hoping it would not be my last at that worn wooden bar. In the mysteriously aquatic rosy light, over the strains of Elmer Bernstein music from the radio, I overheard the following melancholy conversation taking place between a couple of Fedora's old-time regulars.



Man 1: I'll see you here again, I guess, until this place is gone.

Man 2: That might be very soon.

Man 1: I've been hearing that for three months now. Is it really serious this time?

Man 2: It's very serious this time, I'm afraid. Fedora can't keep doing it. You think we could do it at that age?

Man 1: It's so hard to lose the things you love.

Man 2: And we're all heading in the same direction.

Man 1: We sure are.

Man 2: Oh, I've seen better days, I'm afraid. Much, much better days.



I also heard some more sensitive information that would be indiscreet to share here, but suffice to say: If you love Fedora, go as soon as you're able.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

Sad news: Carmine's at the Seaport closes after 107 years. [LC]

CBGB memorabilia is wasting away in storage trailers. [Stupefaction]

Check out upcoming shows in Tompkins Square Park, celebrating "the vitality of the counter cultural scene that has survived on the Lower East Side, despite the rampant gentrification, soaring rents and lost venues that have contributed to the cultural genocide sweeping New York City." [Shadow]

The East Village continues to lose its retail diversity as more mom-and-pops fall. [EVG]

In the window of an Ave A newsstand. There's a good caption for this shot, but I can't think of it:


History in railroad station stairs at Forest Hills. [IL]

A trendy restaurant is denied on ever-changing Elizabeth Street. [BB]

In the heat wave, someone's still "kicking it old-school" on the LES--with towels on the windows and no air conditioning. [RS]

A July 4 SUV-City Bus confrontation in the EV. [NYS]

Wooden Escalators

Last week, I rode the wooden escalators at Macy's from the 1st to 9th floor and down again. It's a ride I enjoy, and one I haven't taken in several years. I was sad to see that many of the wooden steps have been replaced with metal steps since I last rode them, though the sides remain wood.

Many people love the wooden escalators at Macy's including Forgotten NY, who did a story on them a few years ago.



A few days after my ride, a child lost a finger in those escalators, and he is not the first to do so.

This upsetting accident has inspired an outcry against the vintage escalators. Commenters at places like the Post are saying, "Macy should get with the program, and install new escalators that avoid potential disaster. Them old Wooden escalator have been hazardous for years."

And "Macy's should retire those old escalators and put new ones. I know that they want to keep the charm of the old place, but when a child's finger is severed and other accidents have occurred because of them, it's time to take the escalators out. Take them to a museum or something."



But are the wooden escalators really more dangerous than metal ones?

You can see in the shot above that the grooves where the wooden treads meet the comb-plate are quite a bit wider than they are in the metal treads, shown below. So it's possible that the wooden stairs are more hazardous to small fingers, which may also get caught in the gaps between steps and sidewalls.

However, the child was not riding on Macy's wood-stepped escalator.



The Post reports that the child was riding on the third floor with his mother when the accident happened. Other sources say it was the first floor. Either way, that means he wasn't on a wooden escalator--he was on a wooden-sided escalator with metal steps, because at Macy's the only all-wood escalators run up and down between the 8th and 9th floors.

This escalator below is one of two, a mated pair (one goes up, the other goes down), and it is the last in Macy's wood-stepped escalator line. Riding those wooden steps is special. They make a clickety-clack sound, like the Cyclone at Coney slowly climbing to its peak. They are good stairs, dating back to the 1920s.



No one wants kids to lose fingers, but let's not convict these escalators without a fair trial. Are they statistically more dangerous than other escalators? Consumer Watch reports that approximately 1,200 "entrapment" accidents happen on escalators every year, and 6,000 annual riders end up at the emergency room. Most of them, it is safe to assume, don't get hurt on Macy's wooden escalators.

If Macy's is compelled to replace the escalators, as the boy's mother wants to see happen, it seems they could simply retrofit all of them with new metal steps with narrower gaps to protect fingers, and that they could leave the wooden sides at least--though I, personally, would miss the wooden steps.

Whichever way it goes, these artifacts of the city are an endangered species. If you want to experience the clickety-clack, go now, before you're riding Macy's last wooden escalator in a museum.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Nighthawks Op-Ed

If you would like to relive the Nighthawks adventure--in a digestible, abridged format--take a look at my Op-Ed piece in today's New York Times. It comes with a lovely illustration by Victor Kerlow, who has collaborated with me here before.



Nighthawks State of Mind
By JEREMIAH MOSS

IN 1941, Edward Hopper began what would become his most recognizable work, one that has become an emblem of New York City. “‘Nighthawks,’” Hopper said in an interview later, “was suggested by a restaurant on Greenwich Avenue where two streets meet.” The location was pinpointed by a Hopper expert, Gail Levin, as the “empty triangular lot” where Greenwich meets 11th Street and Seventh Avenue, otherwise known as Mulry Square. This has become accepted city folklore. Greenwich Village tour guides point to the lot, now owned by the Metropolitan Transportation Authority, and tell visitors that Hopper’s diner stood there. But did it?

Not long ago, one of the readers of my blog, Vanishing New York, sent in an old photo of the lot. There was no diner, only an Esso gas station and a White Tower burger joint that looked nothing like the moody, curved, wedge-shaped lunch counter in “Nighthawks.” An urban mystery had just revealed itself: If the diner wasn’t in the empty lot, then where was it?

Being an obsessive type, prone to delve, I began searching for Hopper’s diner with the help of two of my readers [Teri Tynes and Don Everett Pearce]...

click here to read the rest at the Times online


Friday, July 2, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

Return to the Golden Age of Gay and "a day in the life of a typical gay man in 1975... He gets up at noon, goes to the movies, goes to happy hour at a hustler bar, heads to the Meatpacking District." And he's not going there for brunch as Pastis. [NYP]

See the documentary Seltzer Works, about the Gomberg seltzer factory.

Hollister still shuttered for bed bugs. They don't know when they will reopen. Meanwhile, tourists from Tampa are grossed out. [NYDN]

"we can take comfort in the fact that most of the folks who shop at Hollister are probably more deserving of a bedbug infestation than most." [NYP]

Good advice from a sign at Coney Island:


New Provincetown Playhouse gets a sign. [BB]

Norman Mailer for mayor. [RS]

Astoria's stinky smell is being treated with perfume. [Gothamist]

Also in Astoria, the murder of a piano. [QC]

Shell Lanes

Shell Lanes is celebrating its 50th birthday, which means you have all summer to go out to Gravesend, Brooklyn, and bowl for $3 a game.



While you're there, be sure to fully enjoy their beautiful antique signage, and take in Forgotten New York's tour of the neighborhood.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

The grand Cemusa Phase 2 plan is going into action--all those shiny, miserable, criminal newsstands will become giant, flashing, car-crashing TVs. [EVG]

Alex goes back to Fanelli's. [FP]

It's summertime..."journey to the Heart of Blandness and its scorching, Burger King-scented emptiness." [Restless]

Looking back at Schott Brothers history. [BB]

Unpacking the Fluxus Collection at MOMA--and how urine becomes valuable. [NYO]

Some more signs with old phone exchanges. [ENY]

A peek into Angel's Barber Shop on Court St. [PMA]