This past Wednesday I went out with my sketch club to sketch at the local bowling alley.
Yesterday, I went into the city to sketch with the NYC Urban Sketchers. We were sketching several alleged haunted houses. The first one is a Colonial style home that was once a speakeasy. It is the home of the Gay Street Phantom.
Haunted house #2 was a fail because itnwas behind scaffolding so some of us sketched the historical home of Emma Lazarus. You know, she wrote the poem on the plaque on the base of the Statue of Liberty:
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
So there is your history lesson for the day….
The page on the right was our final stop on the tour de Haunted houses. This Haunted Fire House in NYC is where a fireman hung himself because he caught his wife cheating on him. Firemen used to see him his ghost, oh wait, excuse me, he was an “apparition American.” Anderson Cooper lives here now. Which probably explains the white hair. John says that Anderson Cooper is probably the ghost.