Yesterday’s ride, though short (about 40 km) was interesting. I had previously ridden most of the streets as segments of other rides. Until yesterday, I didn’t realize how close or connected some of them are. They will, of course, become strands I will weave into new itineraries.
One strange part of the ride began next to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine. (Don’t you feel smarter just reading that?) There begins this street:
A few blocks later, it runs along the Amtrak and Metro North rail lines and becomes this:
So how did Sackett lose one “T”? Did he/she/they not show up for the 4 p.m. ceremony? Or did the railroad’s builders need a “t” to turn a rack of land* into a track?
The street continues along its way beside the railway and, at Hering Avenue in Morris Park, regains its previous identity:
So how did Sackett regain its second “t?” Hmm…The neighborhood, Morris Park, has been an Italian enclave for more than a century. One thing I know about my people is that we drink coffee. (Growing up, I heard, “Tea is for sick people.”) So I imagine it wouldn’t have been difficult to get at least one of us to give up a “t.”
Anyway, I had coffee before the ride. I probably didn’t need it: The sunshine and brisk breezes woke me up!
*—That, I imagine, is how the two sides of land might look with the trench, but without the tracks, running through them.
