About two miles from Sam's house, a path winds its way down to the Hudson river, under the George Washington bridge. From there, if we want, we can go the entire length of Manhattan on a bike/running path. But we decided to picnic next to the famous Little Red Lighthouse, made famous by a children's book written in the late 1940's. Sam has a copy of the book of course. It's a wonderful story. The lighthouse was scheduled for demolition when literally millions of kids wrote letters of protest. So here is Sam and Grandpa at the actual lighthouse.
Sam, being Sam, was happiest playing in the grass. In this one you can see part of the lighthouse on his left, and see how small it is compared to the "great grey bridge.
Sam was his usual smiley self.
And, too soon, it was time to go.
Great day (as always with Sam).
