Victoria Mayer

August 9, 2008

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When I asked Victoria Mayer what she wanted me to say about her proffession on my website,

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she said, “Say that I am a traveler. “

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She really is, too. New York is far from her birthplace in Germany.

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Maybe thats one of the many reasons she is liked so much by my brother Matt,

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who has been all over the world and speaks many languages.

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Victoria had never been out in my boat.

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Although we have known each other for a while.

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So we all decided to take a trip out into the East River at my favorite time of day.

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It was a windy, choppy day.

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Thunder storms had been sweeping around Brooklyn – a few hours ago it was pouring rain.

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But now it seemed like the rain had moved elsewhere.

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We pulled out of the wind, into the Bushwick Inlet. I guess the name is left over from when all of Greenpoint and Williamsburg were called Bushwick – or ‘Boswijck’ by the Dutch.

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There are plans in the works to make a park around the inlet.

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Today we have the place all to ourselves.

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Meanwhile a concert was going on in another park in Williamsburg.

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Matt had some friends who would be at the event.

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But we thought it would be more fun to pull up and listen from the water.

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We had dinner in the boat.

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Victoria seemed a little uneasy as the boat sloshed and scraped against the broken pier.

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We stayed in the boat,

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while Matt shot some video from the pier.

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“Don’t worry.” I told her,

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“When the sun sets, the wind will die down.”

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But the sun went down,

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and the wind kept up,

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and the waves and wakes held us against the pier.

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We could hear the concert starting in the park.

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We listened while the lights came up in the city.

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The music seemed to be getting worse and worse and worse.

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We unmored ourselves,

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and drifted out into the little bay.

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There were colored lights and a pavilion.

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“This sounds like the soundtrack to ‘The Endless Story’.” said Victoria.

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The tide had turned to the North.

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So we padled back easly along the shore.

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Victoria was feeling more comfortable now that we were free from the pier.

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The city drifted by.

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This is my new favorite spot to land:

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the end of Java street in Greenpoint.

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This is the view from there on any night.

-Marie Lorenz

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