Erev Sukkot
Throughout this trip we have visited many places and
done many things that were on my so-called "bucket list." Razelle
hardly ever mentioned things that she would have considered bucket-list items. During
the past two days we did a number of things in Connecticut that could be
labeled as such, but the one thing Razelle very passionately wanted to make
sure we did while in Connecticut was take the Ferry from Bridgeport, CT to Port
Jefferson, Long Island, NY. We made a dry run to the terminal two days ago so
we'd know where it is and to find out about tickets. This morning we awoke
before dawn so we could pull this off. I was also eager to experience this, so
we both got ready for the day with the same eager anticipation. An added bonus
to taking the ferry was that this part of the distance we would travel today
would not be on the van's odometer. I was mindful of how close we were getting
to the obligatory oil change and I was hoping not to have to do this before
turning in the van two day from now (October 14th)
We decided to take the 7:30 AM ferry so we wouldn't
have competition for space on board. We were told to arrive half an hour early,
which meant leaving Debby and Zvika's in the dark around 6:30 AM. It was
genuinely cold here at that hour. By the time we lined up at the dock dawn was
breaking in shades of pewter grey, it was so heavily overcast. The smell of sea
air and the sight of gliding gulls made our excitement palpable.
The chain was dropped and we were motioned to drive
aboard. My van was guided into the forward-most position in the parking bay,
meaning we'd be first off once we had gained the opposite shore.
The ticket window was in the enclosed passenger area.
Large windows enabled us to see out while comfortably seated on benches
provided for our convenience. Above the ticket window was a banner with the
catchy slogan: "Break the Sound Barrier". We were about to cross Long
Island Sound under that banner.
During the ferry ride Razelle found an interesting
gentleman to talk with. He was a builder from Bridgeport with large construction
projects to oversee on Long Island; this ferry was his daily commute to and
from work. While they talked I explored the ferry. Razelle stayed put because
the motion of the rocking vessel was too much for her leg. I went up to the
open-air top deck, where I was exposed to the elements. The strongly whipping
wind was cold enough to make my eyes water and numb my cheeks; the choppy water
and ominous grey sky added to the nautical feel. The motion of the deck made
walking a strait line a challenge. Only one other person was crazy enough to be
on that deck along with me. Eventually, the wind chill got to be too much and I
rejoined Razelle and bought both of us hot cocoa in paper cups.
Port Jefferson, NY was a pleasant surprise. I'd
never been east of Ronkonkoma on Long Island before. This place looked like a
New England seaport, rather than an Empire State community. We drove the van
off the ferry and headed through this quaint port directly south across Long
Island to get onto the Sunrise Highway near Patchogue, NY. Driving west on this
Highway was a pleasure – until we reached Lindenhurst, NY. On-off ramps were
replaced by traffic lights and traffic became heavy. It was stop and go the
rest of the way into Baldwin, NY. The advantage of not taking the Long Island
Expressway seemed lost by this point; nothing could be done about it now, so we
just crawled with the flow.
We had a destination in Oceanside we wanted to reach
before we stopped at Monte and Mindy's. Our GPS had us on a course that would
take us directly there, but on a sudden whim, I broke off from this course and
drove past Monte's house, to show Razelle where it is. At the precise moment we
were passing it, my phone rang. It was Monte. He called because he needed to go
to a meeting and needed to leave a key with us. I wheeled around the next block
and greeted Monte in the driveway. He handed me the key. It was too perfect an
occurrence to be coincidental. Monte and I have been telepathic before. Razelle
was stunned that we'd done it again.
We continued on our way to Simcha Boutique, in
Oceanside to keep our appointment with the proprietor. Razelle wanted to buy
more handcrafted head-coverings to wear in the synagogue, made by this woman,
like the ones I'd purchased for her via the Internet in the past. We had thought
this boutique would be just around the corner but it was two miles away and involved
a number of maneuvers to get there; however, my GPS was up to the task. After admiring
her work and making our purchases, Razelle gave this women one of our souvenir
magnets. It was important to reach this boutique as early as we had because the
holiday of Sukkot would start at sundown, and the proprietor had to travel yet,
to be with her family.
We then made our way to a CVS pharmacy I knew of at
a strip mall at Atlantic Avenue and Long Beach Road in Oceanside, not far from
Monte and Mindy's. We turned in another roll of film that needed to be
developed. While we waited for processing, we wondered in and out of some of
the shops. Again, no luck with the "talking book" quest I was on for
Noga. An SUV, parked beside our van at this strip mall, had a bumper sticker on
it advertising the Gilbert & Sullivan Light Opera Company of Long Island.
Some day we have to contact this company. The owner of this vehicle would have had
a lot in common with us, I surmised. At the end of an hour I went back into the
CVS and got our developed pictures.
We drove to Monte and Mindy's house and parked the
van – for perhaps the last time – on the side street beside their house. This
is our final address in the United States. We've driven 13,500 miles to get
here. Early on I wouldn't have wagered that the van would make it this far. But
it certainly has.
We used the key and let ourselves in and sank into
the living room furniture to decompress from our travels. Missy the beagle
greeted us. She remembered me. She asked me to let her out into the back yard.
I double-checked that the back gate was secure so she wouldn't leave the
confines of the back yard and I saw that there was a Sukkah out there! Monte
had put one together for this Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot).
Members of the family began to arrive soon. Ilyssa
arrived and greeted us warmly, Mindy arrived with a cheery welcome, and, closer
to meal time, Monte come home from his business appointment and, through the
fatigue behind his eyes, smiled broadly and shared in the warmth of this family
moment.
While dinner was being prepared I set to work
bringing in items from the van, one trip after another, after another. Missy
had to be kept behind the gate so I needed to be mindful each time I went
through it to keep it secure against a beagle breakout. Some of these items
ended up in a cluster in the front hall and some in a gathering heap next to
the fireplace. Once I knew what our sleeping arrangements were to be (the
entire basement suite was ours) I began dragging more stuff down the stairs to
arrange them around the furniture down there. We had much work ahead of us for
the next leg of our around-the-world journey – onward to London! – and the
scope of this task was overwhelming at this stage. We had expanded the volume
of our possessions beyond what the luggage and the airlines would allow and the
task at hand would take a lot of thinking. If we used our time prudently we
would be properly packed by departure time four calendar days from now. If it
didn't all fit I would need to know soon enough to organize boxes and masking
tape so we could send the excess baggage that way – or not, if it would cost
less or be more efficient to take it all on the plane with us and pay extra baggage
fees. It was too soon to answer that question. I had to do some consolidating
and some research before I could say.
We gathered around the dinner table for the festival meal and the doorbell
rang and one more person joined us at the table. Ilyssa introduced us to her
boyfriend Mike. We did the blessings over the wine and bread for this holiday
and, while we ate, conversation was lively; there was so much to relate all
around. After the meal Mike and Ilyssa went out together and we all settled
down for a quiet evening. Each of us had something to do.
Eventually, I had to stop sorting through our stuff.
Tomorrow would be another day. It was time to get some sleep.