One hundred and fifty years ago today, on March 9, 1862, the first prophetic battle between ironclads — the USS Monitor and CSS Virginia (aka Merrimac) — took place at Hampton Roads, Virginia. The encounter ended in a standoff, but naval warfare was forever changed.
Monitor-Merrimac Memorial Bridge-Tunnel (MMMBT) is the 4.6 mile-long (7.4 km) Hampton Roads crossing for Interstate 664 in the southeastern portion of Virginia in the United States. It is a four-lane bridge-tunnel composed of bridges, trestles, man-made islands, and tunnels under a portion of the Hampton Roads harbor where the James, Nansemond, and Elizabeth Rivers come together. It connects the independent cities of Newport News on the Virginia Peninsula and Suffolk in South Hampton Roads and is part of the Hampton Roads Beltway, a circumferential interstate highway which links the seven largest cities of Hampton Roads.
What is this!? On my way out of the Pollard Memorial Library I noticed this case. Upon further inspection I found that it’s a part of the original Monitor. One of the first ironclad ships ever built and it famously battled with the confederate ironclad the Merrimac during the Civil War. These two ships fought to a draw and were later ingloriously sunk. However, they both were state of the art in their day and revolutionized naval warfare. Interesting piece of History here in Lowell!
whose celebrated series of black-and-white photographs of Coney Island
in the 1950s established him as one of the most accomplished recorders
of the American experience, and who went on to experiment with color and
new digital techniques, died on June 20 at his home in Merrimac, Mass.
He was 84.
The cause was chronic heart failure, his wife, Judith Thompson, said.
Feinstein, a native of Coney Island, borrowed a Rolleiflex camera from a
neighbor when he was 15 and set forth to record the sights and the
people surrounding him. Early on, he exhibited an uncanny ability to
capture spontaneous moments — sunbathers enjoying the beach, teenagers
laughing on a plunging roller coaster — that pulled viewers into the
city’s most famous seaside playground and the life of ordinary New
The town where the only sketchy thing that ever happens is 10 year olds sitting on the sidewalk trying to speak ghetto. You have officially entered a place where nothing happens (except some old lady attempting to smother her husband with a pillow. she failed.), welcome.
“My town is so quiet and lame," "At least you don’t live in Merrimac…”
…This is where I grew up. Damnit.