Bob and Glenn and I fully document the striking views from Jerry’s office. He can actually look down on the spot where he would put the marker. We’re impressed. And I think how fortunate Lincoln Highway fans are that a man like Jerry would get excited and committed to such a project. I get the feeling that if Jerry can’t get a marker in place in Times Square, no one can.
“What are you gus going to do next?” Jerry asks.
“I thought we would offer to take you to lunch,” I say.
“How about I take YOU to lunch,” he counter-offers.
I say, “We’d be honored.”
He calls and makes reservations at a place called Trattoria Trecolori on 47th Street, one of his favorite places. We hike over there. It’s a small Italian place, white tablecloths, a maitre d’ who obviously knows Jerry, a cadre of attentive waiters, and really good food. Jerry orders fried mozzarella for us all as an appetizer. It’s not on the menu. Love that. Good crusty bread. A small dish of assorted tasty olives. Also a big plate of lightly fried calamari. And that’s just starters. We’re having a midday feast in Manhattan.
Bob and I are both tempted by the sardines special: flame broiled sardines. He and I agree to get an order of the linguine with clams and an order of the sardines, and we’ll share. Jerry gets gnocchi with an arrabiata sauce (made with bright red cherry peppers) and Glenn gets penne pasta with the same. After the caesar salads, before our entrees get to the table, Jerry’s wife Sue and eldest daughter Amy arrive. They’ve already had lunch but they come to sit with us, bringing new energy and a double dose of loveliness to the table. There are at least two conversations going from then on. How good the food is. How productive our morning was. How Sue is changing from a teaching career to a new job in school administration. How Amy once did cartwheels down a Texas highway when the family stopped because their suitcases fell off the roof of their car. How wonderful and goofy and exciting New York can be, especially Times Square. It’s a great lunch.
After the sardines and clams and several bottles of San Pellegrino, we get some of our equipment from Jerry’s office and we go back down 22 floors to get some more B-roll of Times Square. Glenn also suggests a video blog entry, and we give that a shot too. Times Square is beautiful and fun on a summer afternoon.