Jane and I had quite the adventure this weekend, with what began as a trip to Coney Island (we've never been and wanted to see what the fuss is about) and ended with eating pizza and drinking hot cocoa in Dumbo, an area of Brooklyn that's evolving from warehouses and industrial space into what seems to me to possibly be an intriguing place to live.

What happened was that we (and by "we" I more mean Jane) missed the exit to Coney Island, ended up going over the Verrazano Bridge to Staten Island, and couldn't turn around, the bridge being closed Brooklyn-bound because of a jack knifed tractor-trailer. It was then that I realized that for all my years growing up amongst the highways and byways of New Jersey, I didn't exactly know what it means to say that a truck has gone and jack knifed. Jane explained it -- it's basically when the back of the truck somehow ends up in front of the front of the truck -- but added, "I just don't know why they keep doing that."

At that point, we decided to head back and explore Brooklyn closer to home, via Jersey. On the way, we drove past Liberty State Park, where the ferry leaves to go to the Statue of Liberty. On a crazy whim and despite the fact that it was now hailing, we decided to pay a visit to Lady Liberty. As it turns out, however, she was closed that day ("Give me your tired, your poor, Monday through Friday between the hours of 9 and 6"). Still, I took this photo of the ferry sign. I tweaked it a bit in Fireworks, gray scaling the background while keeping the sign red a la the little girl's red coat in Schindler's List -- which is a bit funny because I hated that part of the movie.