{"id":176,"date":"2005-10-01T15:28:31","date_gmt":"2005-10-01T22:28:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/archives\/2005\/10\/01\/ferry-cross-the-mersey\/"},"modified":"2005-10-01T15:30:11","modified_gmt":"2005-10-01T22:30:11","slug":"ferry-cross-the-mersey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2005\/10\/01\/ferry-cross-the-mersey\/","title":{"rendered":"Ferry Cross The Mersey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So we&#8217;re driving south in Liverpool.\u00c2\u00a0 From the docks to the city center.\u00c2\u00a0 And <br \/>Tony points out this giant edifice.\u00c2\u00a0 And tells me it&#8217;s an air vent.\u00c2\u00a0 For the <br \/>tunnel.\u00c2\u00a0 ACROSS THE MERSEY!<\/p>\n<p>Hanging with Tony Wilson is like hanging with a living encyclopedia.\u00c2\u00a0 It&#8217;s an <br \/>endless river of facts, quotations and insights.\u00c2\u00a0 On the way back from <br \/>dropping off Yvette&#8217;s dry-cleaning, Tony pointed out the world&#8217;s FIRST TRAIN STATION!<\/p>\n<p>You see the industrial revolution began in Manchester.<\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s not only home of the first railroad station, it&#8217;s also where the <br \/>COMPUTER was born.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, fuck that machine in Philadelphia, that was a glorified <br \/>calculator.\u00c2\u00a0 The one in Manchester, it was the first computer with a MEMORY, <br \/>wherein you could load a program.\u00c2\u00a0 Did I want to SEE IT?<\/p>\n<p>Then we pull up to a gate, where the attendant waves Tony through, since he&#8217;s <br \/>a trustee of the museum.<\/p>\n<p>Then, the dudes in the museum give Tony the keys, so we can get to the top <br \/>floor, to see &quot;Baby&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 That&#8217;s what they called it.\u00c2\u00a0 I could never figure out why.<\/p>\n<p>And on the third floor of what turned out to be the world&#8217;s first railroad <br \/>WAREHOUSE stood this rack of metal and wires and tubes.\u00c2\u00a0 What a contradiction, <br \/>in a 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\/>dropping the dog off, in a place that looked like it&#8217;d been there HUNDREDS of <br \/>years, Tony pointed the Jaguar towards Liverpool.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yes, I wanted to see the home of the Beatles.\u00c2\u00a0 But, Tony wanted to SHOW IT <br \/>TO ME just as much.<\/p>\n<p>The city&#8217;s depressed.\u00c2\u00a0 All the shipping moved to Amsterdam.<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s starting to pour.\u00c2\u00a0 But Tony insists we&#8217;ve got to see this art <br \/>installation by his favorite artist.<\/p>\n<p>Like a typical male, Tony wouldn&#8217;t stop and ask for directions.\u00c2\u00a0 But finally, <br \/>after circling the area, we accosted some wetsuited windsurfers, who pointed <br \/>the way to a&#8230;parking lot.<\/p>\n<p>And you&#8217;ve got to get this.\u00c2\u00a0 It&#8217;s RAINING!\u00c2\u00a0 Not pouring, that came later, <br \/>when we walked down by the pier, which was like an English Venice.\u00c2\u00a0 But we&#8217;ve <br \/>come this far.\u00c2\u00a0 Tony had his 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