The line stretched around the park and doubled back on itself; only a fool would have walked to the back. Taking a seat on a bench alongside the front of the line I waited for the line to move then stood up and slipped in among the families.
A ferry ride and an hour later my waywardness was rewarded with a gander up Lady Liberties robe through a glass celling, a postcard view of Manhattan, and time enough to visit Elise Island.
Returning to Manhattan that evening my weary body was replenished by a whole frog deep-fried with rice and a cool daft beer.
ribbit, ribbit
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