House Envy
The Mayor of Cohoes, a quaint Hudson river town where many Revolutional War battles were fought, wrote a fabulous article this weekend about the need to preserve historic buildings in his town. Cohoes alone has 339 structures, circa 1850's, in need of immediate rehabilitation or risk being torn down. He writes that New York State is responding with enormous tax breaks and incentives to help homeowners profit through preservation of these places.
It's so nice to live in an area that values artistic, architectural, and cultural heritage by saving existing infrastructure. And as much as I enjoy the modern conveniences of a new house, the pleasures of owning a piece of history I'm sure far outweight a sunken garden tub and electric garage door opener. Owning history also boosts the local economy and adds heritage tourism dollars to a city. Rehabbing an old house makes so much better sense than paving over precious open space and farmland.
But it's true, I live in a symmetrical vanilla box in the 'burbs and yes it lacks all the cabinetry, mouldings, hardware, light fixtures, windows, flooring, and fireplaces that grace older homes. Try as I might to redecorate the inside with french doors, antiques and crown moulding I can't seem to duplicate the feel of an older house. Dad's "fix-it" gene skipped a generation and when I qualified for low APR on a new construction home 3 years ago, well, I caved.
To all my friends who attended my Party Pound for the first time at last night's 'Year of the Dog' celebration (fun, fun, fun) - I make no apoligies for failing to find a house to fit my personality. Hey, find me a carpenter to date, a 2-story tudor that keeps the heat in, and a neigborhood I can call 'safe', and I'll live in a historical landmark any day. This isn't like Europe Miss Tamara but Cohoes is at least trying.
The song "Working Class Hero" is a classic exposition of the humiliation of being part of the collective blue-collar mass. It was John Lennon on the Imagine album who sang "There's room at the top they are telling you still, but first you must learn how to smile as you kill, if you want to be like the folks on the hill." Thank you Dominic for reminding me of that song lyric. Nobody epitomizes that better than Channel 6 management and parent company Freedom/Blackstone Communications.
A few years ago superstar Rach and her new hubby brought me to Cafe Taci's on Broadway for some spontaneous operatic singing over Italian cuisine. Now the place is called the 'Casbah Rouge', the first but certainly not the last hookah lounge I'll ever visit. I'm usually allergic to foul burning agents and considering smoke carries over 4000 chemicals, the toxicity of a hooka bar should be more dangerous than jay-walking Times Square. Still, the 15 flavors, including peach, cocunut, caramel, orange, jasmine, strawberry, and mint didn't bother the nose, eyes or throat at all. Our waiter, on the otherhand, was a real jerk and Angela debated to 'dine and dash'. Following a guilty-pleasures Moroccan desert we skipped the tip and blew out. The following morning we enjoyed an authentic Cuban brunch at La Rosita restaurant, again on Broadway. I passed on the cafe con leche and sank my palate into a plate of cuban black beans, rice, and scrambled eggs & chorizo burritoes. A little heavy on the hot sauce but nothing like the Korean Kimchi stew the day before. Latin flavors, the smell of stale hooka smoke and leftover Mool Mandu (steamed dumplings) and that's just the Upper Westside with my soap opera star. Wait till I tell you how well I ate on the Lower Eastside and somewhere in around Midtown!
Just got back from a mini-trip to historic Little Falls. All this time I thought I'd seen all of Upstate NY but then my juggler friend (juggler by trade, world traveler by nature) walked me through this book he's reading called 'Wedding of the Waters: The Erie Canal and the Making of a Great Nation'. One 3-hour walking tour later of Little Falls and I know everything there is to know about the Erie Canal, colonial architecture and chedder cheese. First up, the Old Masonic Temple, a grand and eloquent masterpiece, formidable to some but welcoming to me. It's up for sale right now and by my best guess, well over 2 million, or at least that's what I would ask for it. America's earliest and richest settlers once lived in Little Falls and it shows in their big beautiful Colonial homes. There is Dutch, Spanish, French, Federal and New England style homes but we both agree that the stone barn-like building on Prospect St. is our favorite. The brick chimney set back by the black clapboard shutters against the white beveled stone is a trend that will always endure. Next up, a dirty ditch, also known as Clinton's Big Ditch or the Erie Canal. Built in 1825, it took 7 years of engineering prowess and the first NY State-raised funding to finish the 350 mile stretch between Albany and Buffalo. It's importance in trade, commerce and manufacturing is mostly overlooked in history books but without it Canada might own Buffalo today or so the book argues. Explosives, mules and muscle power carved up the Appalachian Mountains to built Lock 17, the highest lock in the world at that time. This eighth wonder of the world in 1825 helped turn Herkimer County into the largest cheese-making market in the United States. The official Cheese Museum is right down the road in Rome. Last up on the Americana circuit, a trip to two gigantic warehouses renovated into antiques shops and premium lofts. Thank you my juggler friend for showcasing a part of the world I should be writing about and it's much closer than India.


