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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The YRQ, From Respite to Rapids


After paddling 200 miles the YRQ teams are mandated to stop in the village of Carmacks for a 7 hour respite. Carmacks is named for George Carmack, the prospector who first discovered gold in the Dawson region in 1896 triggering the Klondike Gold Rush.

Teams sleep in tents in a designated 'Quiet Zones', shower, eat and then ship off again for the Five Finger Rapids. Some have been paddling in their canoes and kayaks for more than 30 hours. Their legs feel like butter, their eyes bloodshot, their skin raw and red from mosquito bites. Still, having already accomplished nearly half the trip nobody dares drop out now.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Finishing the YRQ, Not for the Faint of Heart

Yukon River Quest Midnight Sun

"We sprinted for the last 40 minutes. I sure hope we broke the record!" said the exhausted Liz and Veronica of the "Dawson before Dusk" team. Indeed they did.

The two 40-something year old's barreled over the finish line in under 49 hours winning them a total of $1100. Not a huge amount of trophy winnings but money isn't suppose to be the incentive, rather it's the bragging rights.

"It's the human spirit that propels you. The human spirit is what got us here," said Liz.

The 11th annual 2009 Canoe and Kayak River Quest Race on the Yukon River is officially over. 73 teams started the race on Wednesday and 56 finished, the last champ being solo kayaker David Peters. He struggled in at over 60 hours of paddling but completed all 460 miles, a feat few can brag about.

Others like Ingrid Wilcox from Germany and Heinz Rodinger from Austria, both in their 60's, proved that willpower and endurance have more to do with finishing than age. Both smiled big for the cameras and lifted their paddles in joy as a bullhorn whistle cracked the air. Dozens of friends and family cheered in support of their perseverance and bravery.

Some racers spend a year or more in training. They scout the terrain with GPS systems, draw up fancy maps, hit the gym for hours and stock up on high protein energy bars. But the key to success really is picking a teammate you can trust, communicate and survive hellish conditions with. A teammate strong enough to endure heavy storms, bug bites and white water rapids.

A cold, wet and windy night cramped tightly in a narrow kayak can kill the spirit in no time. That's why it helps to have a teammate who can respond quickly to not only physical setbacks but mental too.

Teams like "London Pride", a voyager canoe of 7 guys from the UK know that only too well. They had to dock for 3 hours while one of their souls recovered from hypothermia and dysentery in the middle of the night. They refused defeat though making it across the finish line in 18th place.

Sonja and the Sourtoe Cocktail

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Beauty and the Beast

Dome Road Panaroma

Courtesy of a 5-mile drive up Midnight Dome Mountain I was able to gather several sweeping vistas of the Klondike Valley and Dawson City. The weather was perfect for shooting scenery yesterday...as well as me popping a Yukon Jack with a dead toe floating on the edge of the glass. But more on that later...

Sourtoe Cocktail

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Home of Brothels and Bar Drinks with Digits

Brothel Babes

"What's done in Dawson City stays in Dawson City," say the locals. We'll see about that after tonight when Allison and me toss back a Sourtoe Coctail, a Dawson City tradition in the heart of Klondike Country.

Yes, a real once-living human toe! The macabre concoction is served at the Sourdough Saloon most famous for this drink garnished with a severed appendage.

Sourdough was the name given to early gold miners who survived the Canadian sub-Arctic temperatures during the winter. The story goes that one of the early gold miners was bootlegging booze from Yukon to Alaska during the prohibition and froze his big toe. With no doctors available, his brother amputated it and preserved it in alcohol. The toe was never reconnected to the foot but stuck in a pickle jar and forgotten about.

Over 40 years later a crafty entrepreneur by the name of Dick Stevenson bought the brothers cabin and found the toe. As a grisly joke he dipped the toe in a cocktail and named the drink 'Sourtoe'. The popularity caught on and now over 24 thousand locals and tourists can claim they tasted feet.

Unfortunately the first toe has long since been swallowed. A rowdy intoxicated fellow fell backwards off his bar stool, bumped his head and swallowed it. But replacement toes are donated by amputees and accident victims all the time so the legend carries on.

Honestly, I can't make this stuff up. It's Yukon and anything goes, including Allison, myself and Marcia kicking up our heals in front of the oldest brothel house in the Yukon. Still bearing the name of its former Madam, Bombay Peggy's is a building with secrets like none other.

Dawson City Defenders



Team Texans And the winners are.... a 6 person team by the name of The Texans with a modified canoe with pizza slices and granola bars taped to the inside. These boys really knew how to prepare a canoe. They used tubes and filters to suck in high protein liquids with electrolytes, minerals and vitamins.

Because it never really gets completely dark here I was able to hang off the cliffs videotaping canoes and kayaks weaving and bobbing around eddies and hooks on the rapids. One 8-member team by the name of the Loonies (they're from Canada) took in tons of water smashing through the torrent, so much so they had to dock for an hour and clean out their canoe.

Just a few minutes ago I shot them passing the finishing line in modest time. They were completely and totally exhausted... after all, who isn't after 460 miles?

But more on the winners with videos and photos in a minute, I'm missing out on all the fun...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Bard of the Yukon

Boating Lake Laberge

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

My introduction to Lake Lebarge was through this spooky poem by Canadian poet Robert Service read to me by our safety boatman Mark. Scratch that - he didn't read it, he recited it from memory along with other ballads like "The Spell of the Yukon" and "The Call of the Wild." Mark doesn't like poetry but you wouldn't know it from the way he pours through repetition, verse form and rhyme.

All of Service's stuff is filled with sensory stimuli with twisty endings so it was fitting that Mark should open with The Cremation of Sam McGee. It got us all thinking about derelict boats like 'Alice May' that comb the shores of Laberge, a lake well over 500 feet deep.

But we weren't boating for Arctic Greyling, Pike or Lake Trout we needed to catch up with the fearless Yukon River Quest people for stories. We found them on the opposite end of the lake paddling like crazy and breathing hard.

Solo Texan favorite Brad Pennington was still in the top 5 spot shadowing a Voyageur canoe of 8 strong bears from Saskatchewan. He held his position neck-and-neck with Great Britain Shaun Thrower who humorously but apty named his kayak Numbnuts.

We said hello and cheered them on but all were so consumed with maintaining position they grunted past with not so much as a crooked grin.

Coffee Canoers

Away we went to find the women and men competing for fun rather than fortunes. Our poet laureate Mark has a surprise in mind. We found a team of 9 thirsty gals huffing and puffing with a look of craving for coffee in their eyes. We pulled up alongside Team Whoa, 9 gals between the ages of 24 and 50.

Mark stretched out his arm and offered them a cup of fresh brewed Tim Horton's. They nearly fell out of their boat in gratitude. It was 7pm, only 7 hours into the race but caffeine gave them the boost they needed to carry on.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Yukon Insomnia

Yukon River Quest 2009

It was 8:30pm last night when I finally touched down in WhiteHorse, Yukon, but by the placement of the sun you would have thought it was 3 in the afternoon. Jim, my all-knowing travel guide, quickly handed me a pair of dark sunglasses which I donned until almost midnight. Not having any darkness, no stars or moon to orient day from night really throws your equilibrium off.

And try as might to sleep, cracks of sun kept creeping in through my hotel blinds and a constant stream of commotion left me looking like an insomniac this morning. No matter I had tons of work to do before the noon race today.

I interviewed teams from Venezuela, England, Austria, Maine, Alaska, Oregon and throughout Canada. The oldest competitor is Fritz, 69 years and prepping for his 7th consecutive race.

All have Powerbars, Gatorade, sunblock, Deet and extra socks stuffed inside waterproof pockets in the crevices of their canoes and kayaks. All are expecting sore backsides, blisters on both hands and no sleep for 72 hours. All are excited, anxious and anticipate sweet victory come Friday evening.

Brew with a View

Granville Bridge Before I go onto describing my first night in the Yukon let me wrap up my whirlwind tour of Vancouver.

So, I saved the best for last during my sprint around the city. It took a hot dog sales lady at Stanley Park to inform me that the reason I couldn't find any fish tacos in Vancouver was because there weren't any.

"Just because it's the West Coast doesn't mean we sell fish tacos like San Diego," she laughed. So since I wasn't likely to find my typical tilapia fare she encouraged me to discover a fisherman's wharf called Granville Island for other options.

"Chug a brew at Dockside for me," she chimed as I ran for another cab to rush me there.

By car I left the city limits by crossing over a soaring eight-lane bridge and circling around underneath huge trestles to find it. Walking all day had worked up a mighty big appetite so I had doubts I'd be on time for my last flight to the Yukon.

A big glowing sign hung from the bridge crossbeams welcoming me to the public market. There I found hundreds of permanent and temporary vendors selling an infinite variety of delicacies. I could have wandered the stalls picking at seafood all day here. Jammed with craft shops, artist galleries and studios, colorful warehouses and even a cement factory I had found market utopia.

Vancouver

Once a declining industrial site the place now boasts people-friendly venues while maintaining its faded luster. I never did find a vendor selling fish tacos but I scored nonetheless filling up on free tastings of Japanese eggplant, fresh boiled bagels and a plateful of stuffed pierogi topped with fried onions.

It's a good thing my flight was delayed by 30 minutes.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Vancouver in 3 Hours

Vancouver

At breakneck speed I just spent 3 feverish hours exploring Vancouver on foot before the last leg of my trip to the Yukon. Who says seeing a city can't be done in one day? I bagged my luggage at the airport and snagged the first cab I could find.

"Step on it, Cabbie, I've got a city to catch!" I yelled and away we flew.

The journey started at Canada Place, on the wharf, buzzing along the boardwalk with my Nikkon clicking away like crazy.

Following that I trolled through the historical streets of GasTown past a brewing company, shops filled with maple syrup delights, the world's first steam-powered clock and wrapping back at the Old Spaghetti Warehouse. A sign for 'Blood Alley Square' got me thinking twice about continuing into the seedier side of GasTown.

So, I switched gears and headed up to Pacific Center gazing at the silver-mirrored skyscrapers and Yale Town condos.

But Burrard Inlet called me back to the promenade with hundreds of yachts and cruise lines posing for pictures. Onward I marched in step with the hundreds of happy locals running, biking and strolling the shoreline. Into famous Stanley Park with horse-drawn carriages and an aquarium deep in the heart of Vancouver's evergreen oasis.

Majestic cedar, hemlock and fir trees abound, I so wish I could have stayed longer.

A 10 minute taxi cab later, I ended my journey at Granville Island... and that's when the real excitement began. More to share after my flight to Yukon...gotta run!

Waterfront Promenade

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Call of the Wild

In the morning I'm off to prospect in the vast Canadian province of Yukon. It's an early flight with 4 legs in 4 cities but by evening, I should be settling in for the night in the heart of Klondike land.

But it's not gold that I'll be chasing, rather the anticipated winner of the longest canoe and kayak race in the world at the annual Yukon River Quest. The 460-mile route retraces the historic gold rush route from Whitehorse to Dawson City and this year 79 teams from all over the world are competing.

The race kicks off this Wednesday morning racing under a midnight sun that never sets. The Yukon river can exceed two-miles in width and the current varies dramatically depending on the route. Paddlers can expect to maintain a stroke rate of nearly 75 per minute or fall behind quickly. This is not a race for novices.

Light chop, strong headwinds and even white water rapids make up this wilderness experience of a lifetime. Past winners like solo kayak competitor Brad Pennington want not only to win this year but to break the 24-hour paddling world record.

Will he do it? Check back often to find out...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Fighting Fires in Lancaster

littlefiremen

30 minutes west of Buffalo, in the quiet town of Lancaster, NY is a fairly new firemen's museum built in large part by the volunteers of the community.

"Firemen are a special breed of persons uniquely dedicated to the people they serve," says Richard Young, President of a tool mounting company called PAC, Performance Advantage Company. PAC is located right below the museum.

Mr. Young or 'The Doctor' as he likes to be called comes from a long line of firemen. His father's father was a fireman, as seen here on the far right of the photo as was his great grandfather.

PAC sells fastening hook locks, brackets and mounts that help secure pick axes, sledgehammers, shovels and fire extinguishers to the sides of fire trucks, EMS rescue vehicles, even military transports.

Lancaster Pumper

Mr. Young's lifetime of work has helped save lives, both victims of fires and firemen themselves. Inside the museum is 200-plus years of the evolution of uniforms, apparatus, pumps, ladders, hoses and vehicles, most of which a Young descendant helped invent. Black and white photos of firemen tell stories of courage and dedication.

This is a must-see when your in the neighborhood of Lancaster, NY.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Stories of Survival and Faith

Sylvia's Place

Almost half of all homeless youth between the ages of 16-23 years old identify themselves as LGBTQ; lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer. Studies estimate that as many as 10,000 LGBTQ youth are homeless in New York City. It's a epidemic that keeps rising along with suicide rates and HIV transmission.

Homeless LBGTQ outcasts from all over America escape to New York City in search of acceptance and equality. In a city with endless diversity and tolerance you'd think they'd find it. But, they don't. Rather their dreams of wanting to be treated "normal" end in high drug use, sex slavery and even suicide.

They walk the city's dirty streets desperate for food, shelter, guidance and companionship. Many have physical, mental and psychological scars from harassment and abuse(s) stemming from "coming out." Their stories are sad, terrifying, brutal and absolutely real.

Tuesday was my day to interview dozens of lonesome but courageous young people wanting to be a part of a documentary about Sylvia's Place. Named after civil rights activist Sylvia Rivera, young people lined up for hours in front of the shelter, waiting to share tales of their dark world.

Sylvia's Place is the one of four emergency over-night shelters in NYC for LBGTQ youths. It provides a safe place to sleep, a good meal, a cot for the night and breakfast in the morning. The care workers also provide a listening ear, affirmation and a friendly voice of encouragement. It's located in Hell's Kitchen, part of the Metropolitan Community Church of New York, a spiritual space that ministers to all walks of the rainbow.

My producer and I set up our camera in front of 3 beautiful stained glass windows near a small altar and worship table. Our first interview was with a transgender that goes by the name London. He wore long lashes, a wavy shoulder-length wig and pretty librarian glasses.

"People say it's a choice to be gay. I didn't chose to be this way, because, honestly, in this world, if I had a choice, I would chose to be straight. Knowing that I'm going to be treated like a piece of shit, why would I choose this?"

Later, a gay man with a blue frock and bald head told of a graphic experience living in Alabama.

"I was raped. I'll never forget it. I was raped by 5 white guys in Alabama. They took turns, all 5 of them, they took turns." --- long pause and more description --- "3 months later I found out I was positive."

And the interviews continued long into the evening, with dozens more waiting their turn at shedding their inner fears. For many young people it was cathartic, as if telling about the horrors of being 'different' would hopefully change perceptions. We assured them that that was one of our goals.

Not unusual, nearly all homeless youth come from extremely devout Christian families that force them out because of their sexuality. But despite an intolerant religion that condemns them to a life on the streets they somehow maintain their faith and belief in God.

For more information on Sylvia's Place check out a book of photographs called “Shelter" by 28-year-old Lucky Michaels, also the Program Director at the shelter. His photos detail how cramped and uncomfortable the shelter is with only twenty-five rustic cots and limited floor space in one cluttered room.

The shelter does what it can but it's not nearly enough or nearly well-enough funded to cope with this growing epidemic. Still it's a spiritual refuge that offers more than most, without fear of condemnation or discrimination.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

50 Years of Parish Life

Cathedral of Mary Our Queen

The Cathedral of Mary Our Queen in Baltimore, Maryland is celebrating a half a century of faith, service and community this October. Most would guess her age at between 200 and 300 years but she's only 50 years young.

Like being baptised, when the Cathedral was consecrated, a strict purification mixture of water, salt, ash and wine were tossed at the altar, walls and floor. A few years later even Pope John Paul II made a pilgrimmage to see her.

A happy group of Filipinos with still cameras hopped out of a rented vehicle as we were shooting exteriors of the church. People from all over the world, not necessarily just Catholics, come to marvel at the timeless beauty and grace of this contemporary Gothic structure.

Diana of the Faithful Traveler feels it also has a late period Art Deco feel. I can see that, it's built of limestone with a pop and post-modern architectural design and style. It was an absolute treat to work here on Monday.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Variety is the Spice of Life

Wegman Beer

Wow, who knew grocery stores would stir up so many emotions, some even downright hostile? Thanks for everyone's input but I'm not interested in generating controversy and bitterness.

I'm merely pointing out observations and opinions based on my experiences. PriceChopper, Hannaford and Aldi are fine grocery stores run by highly successful business folks who, admirably, go the extra mile to help local charities and not-for-profits. That is not to be disputed.

PriceChopper, Hannaford and Aldi also carry both the basics and specialty items at reasonable prices in clean shops with courteous cashiers. Again, I'm not disputing their quality or quantity.

But Wegmans is a mecca for brands and choices few have ever heard of or tried and for most it's a thrill seeing that much variety. And, like all the countries I visit and write about, being inside Wegmans was akin to flying to a foreign land.

But don't take my word for it, head west to Syracuse and see for yourself.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Food for Thought at Wegmanopolis

Wegmantea

Ever shop at a Wegmans Grocery Store? If you're like me you appreciate unique grocery stores that take the shopping experience to a whole new level. That list includes stores like Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, Stew Leonard's and now Wegmans.

With camera in hand, I peeked in purely out of curiosity. I have family in the Rochester area who talk about it like it's the next Disney World. So, of course, I was expecting fresh veggies, artisan breads and piping hot pastries but what I found was so much more.

Like a European open-air food festival there were imported cheeses from around the world, fresh-caught seafood so perfectly displayed the lobster looked too good to eat, aisle after aisle of natural and international foods and enough ready-to-cook entrees to please the most discerning customer. I couldn't believe the low prices, extreme variety and modern sleek design of the building. There was even a mini department store in the middle.

"Hey, check it out, they carry Dr. Brown's Cel-Ray soda!" cheered my friend Angela. The light green bitter tonic made from celery seed sounds revolting but it's a regular buy for Angela, that is until recently when PriceChopper stopped carrying it.

Before that, I hit tea nirvana in a special section of the store called The Tea Spot. I loaded up my basket with flavors like Coconut & Tart Key Lime, Swiss Chocolate & Sweet Strawberry and Georgia Peach with Indian Spices.

We must have been thirsty because minutes later Anthony, also known as 'Chick' in the inner circle, wouldn't let us leave without checking out shelves of specialty craft-brewed beers. The regional lagers and ales bubbled over with flavors like raspberry, honey, caramel, orange, banana and chocolate. Purists can still find the non-tainted favorites too.

Why is it with 48 Wegman stores throughout New York State not one is anywhere near the city of Albany? Do I smell a conspiracy of some sort between chains? Might any of my readers be privy to an explanation? It's food for thought.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

More than a Hill of Beans

TimHortons Yours truly is always rooting for the underdog and this time for good reason. The coffee wars are on between Tim Hortons and Dunkin Donuts, so says a recent cover story on Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood.

While working this week in Lancaster, near Buffalo, NY, I needed to find out for myself. And, while I'm no coffee drinker I do appreciate a good donut and cup of Iced Capp on occasion.

In Canada there are more Tim Hortons donut shops than there are McDonalds. And like the story said "Canadians consume more donuts per capita than any other country in the world." I believe that might also be true of Western New York.

Just across the Falls lives the Land of Wonderful Wegmans and Terrific Tim Hortons. First I ruined my appetite with an evolving line of Maple glazed crunch donuts dripping with crushed almonds minus the grease that some (not naming names) popular chains include. It was super fresh, full of flavor and far less cheaper than Starbucks.

Open since 1964, growth has pushed through a series of new products like muffins, cakes, pies, croissants, cookies, soups, sandwiches, bagels and wraps. My buddy Mike says he still prefers the rich and creamy sweetness of a cup of joe from DD but admits the burnt Arabica beans give the coffee an obsession some can't resist.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

“Queen of America’s Lakes”

Lake George Home

This is far more home than anyone needs but it sure is nice to look at. There's even a faux water fountain cascading down the rock to the left. It sprang on while our boat was passing by.

This is Lake George, a mecca for the rich and filthy rich. Thomas Jefferson rhapsodized that it was one of the most beautiful bodies of water in the world. It's a place of old money, legions of industrialists first built themselves private cottages or 30-room mansions in the roaring twenties.

But unlike the cold crystal-clear water finding out who vacations here now is murky. There are dozens of new construction homes (plantations more like it) and historic old castles but who's to say who owns them or where they come from?

Hordes of summer tourists rush back to Lake George to boat, fish, swim and tan on the 32-mile-long lake. They turn the normally peaceful and reflective towns of Bolton Landing and Lake George into a thriving commercial zone.

But who in world would own a gorgeous piece of heaven and only stay in it 3 months out of the year? Curious minds like mine would love to know! Any of my insightful readers have any ideas?

Lake House 4

Lake House 5

Lakeside Home 1

Saturday, June 06, 2009

The Faithful Traveler

St.Peters

One block from Ground Zero sits New York City's first and oldest Catholic Church. St. Peters is a survivor of heavy landing gear that smashed through the roof on 9/11.

The big stuff was fixed but much of the cosmetic damage hasn't been repaired yet. Things like peeling paint and fissures in the ceiling turn an otherwise impressive structure into an unpopular tattered house of worship.

The church is still impressive though, especially in pictures. It helped even more when I used my lighting kit to kick up the brightness factor on the granite portico and the sacred art. There was a deluge going on outside so so much for capturing exteriors.

Whenever I blog about a church you can almost bet it's part of a production called "The Faithful Traveler". The producer, Diana von Glahn is a lifelong Catholic bent on showcasing the wonders of the Catholic faith and traditions through her own 13-series television program. She researches, writes, performs, edits and chooses music for each episode.

Her most impressive feat is her bilingual scripting. Diana works double duty in the field by repeating her lines both in English and Spanish. I can't say that about any other reporter, anchor or host I've ever worked with. I keep pushing for subtitles but she's adamant about making the churches accessible for everyone.

For more on the show, check out her website. Later this month we're off to Baltimore, a major American seaport with gems like the Baltimore Basilica, the oldest Catholic Cathedral in the United States.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Surrogate Parents of a Feathered Friend

robin6

This is Robin. Robin isn't suppose to be with us today. After falling out of his nest onto a grounding prowling with cats, hawks and fishers, Robin's fate was sealed. But, during a walk, along came Jen and Tori to save the struggling baby bird.

I'm in Manhattan this week surrounded NOT by car horns and sirens but a little bird chirping up a storm every morning.

Jen and Tori have taken upon themselves to feed and shelter their feathered friend until they can find a safe place to release him. Central Park, Riverside, Battery Park? Few places are ideal after being nurtured by humans but Jen and Tori are trying.

robin5Even in captivity, Robin gets fed juicy mealworms, crickets, fruits and veggies. He lives on a homemade perch learning to fly from branch to branch. Jen twists up her furry slipper into a small make-shift nest that sits on the windowsill at night.

Internet sites recommend that Robin be left outside during the fledgling days. Those days are now but both parents are really busy.

I'm afraid to tell Jen that despite how cute and affectionate Robin is he'll obviously need a licensed rehabilitation wildlife clinic to save his future.

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

200 Year Old NYC Landmark

St. Patricks Old Church on Mott

St. Patrick's Old Cathedral on Mott Street in NYC celebrates its 200th Anniversary Celebration this Sunday, June 7th. This is the city's first Cathedral church and one that served thousands of Irish immigrants before the more opulent 5th Ave location was built.

Movie-makers have cast famous scenes here like the Baptism scene in Francis Ford Coppola's The Godfather or the graveyard scene in the Martin Scorsese's 1973 film Mean Streets. The tagline from that classic reads "You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets...".

To my delight, PilotGirl was on assignment here a few weeks ago and returns later this week. My ambitious client needs extensive b-roll of the interior and exterior for a TV show.

Inside, I gazed at a beautiful organ, stain glass windows and a marble altar. More spellbinding still was what lies beneath the church. The caretaker escorted us to a newly painted white basement where a labyrinth of well-kept mortuary vaults sit in silence. Several bishops and famous New York business men are entombed here including Mr. Delmonico.

Yes, that's Mr. Delmonico, founder of the earliest sirloin and rib-eye restaurant establishment in the country. Mr. Delmonico earned his place in 1827 history grilling up meat as rare, medium or well-done, depending on the customer's preference. That was a novel idea back then and enough to garner a great resting place after a lifetime of meals were enjoyed.