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Re:I tellya, Jay, I felt like Rambo II walking out of Tuxedo Park
- right past the security station! - on my last hike. Unchallenged!
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 9:09 PM
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posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 9:05 PM
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We don't have draw bridges here Bob, but I would have never seen them as you do, you have a wonderful perspective, a poets eye.
posted by
UtahJay
on February 4, 2012 at 8:54 PM
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Re: Thanks! Once I had the gentry-entry rhyme, I knew I had a poem!
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 8:51 PM
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Great! Very interesting and well done!
posted by
TAPS.
on February 4, 2012 at 8:07 PM
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Re: I know! How would you ever get to MEET one of the gated creatures,
unless by accident! I was inside the place twice (legally): once in their quaint English-style church at Christmas to hear a friend sing in a Messiah chorus and a second time with another friend to see an amateur production of Company. They have talent back there. But who knew?
These past two weeks I've been taking surreptitious hikes on their property just out of curiosity to see where this peculiar woods road I found led.
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 7:19 PM
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Re: Bob...indeed the price one pays for privacy and quiet
I look at how little goes on in my suburban neighborhood anyway - who needs a gate? When I lived in New York City I COULD have used a gate or two, but not up here in Suffern.
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 7:09 PM
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I like the safety, or supposed safety, of the gated community but some of the folks who live behind them I would not want for a neighbor! The elite can be a bit of a smirk for me! I did enjoy the poem very much! sam 
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sam444
on February 4, 2012 at 2:55 PM
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Bob...indeed the price one pays for privacy and quiet
too much methinks...that privacy and quiet can become a prison..
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posted by
Rumor
on February 4, 2012 at 11:43 AM
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Re: Yeah, well the gate in some of those places is not
for keeping undesirables out but for keeping the wander-prone in. I might need that in a few years.
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 8:47 AM
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Perhaps it will become the vogue again Bob. Your feet will not touch our Earth. They are building villages here for the retired, but one has to have the Midas touch. Be careful.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 4, 2012 at 7:37 AM
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Re: This is an interesting take on de gated community
Yes, it's not meant for eveyone's taste - or pocketbook.
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 6:46 AM
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This is an interesting take on de gated community
Look forward to reading some more discussion and comments on it. My support lies for those outside these communities.
posted by
Straightforward
on February 4, 2012 at 5:39 AM
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Re: On the other hand, those of us who live outside the gates
There ARE juicy stories, many of which may be apocryphal. I am not interested in becoming TP'S historian, so I never looked into their accuracy, but they're fun. For instance just across the Thruway from it sprawls the wonderful wilderness of Harriman Park where I go hiking. Wellsir, the story goes that old Harriman, being refused admission to Tuxedo Park because he was "new money", bought the huge tract across the way and donated it to the state - as a site for a prison and whatever other unappetizing uses it could be put to! That fell through, fortunately, and it became the beautiful preserve it is today. Another says he built his mansion there, overlooking Tuxedo Park , with the bathrooms overlooking Tuxedo so he, his family and his guests could look down on the snobs while taking a crap. The mansion is now part of a gated retreat for Columbia University! Pretty well-established, I'm told, is that the eveningwear we call a Tuxedo takes its name from Tuxedo which, in turn, is a corruption of "Duck Cedar", a translation of an original Indian name.
The place has its own police force, complete with 4 0r 5 cruisers marked "Tuxedo Park", (as distinct from the town of Tuxedo at the bottom of the hill where the help and servants use to live). In some future posting or two I'll tell about recent unauthorized hikes I've taken, approaching the compound from the woods side. Yesterday I retrieved from the roadside brush a metal sign for the old Duck Cedar Inn.It's going up in my garage.
posted by
2902
on February 4, 2012 at 4:47 AM
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On the other hand, those of us who live outside the gates
aren't married to someone so rich they'd kill us instead of parting with half their worldly goods in a divorce. That's got to initiate sleeping with one eye open, because there's always trouble, even in Tuxedo Park.
posted by
Pat_B
on February 4, 2012 at 3:44 AM
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