Super Crane: an award-winning Rock Star


We know it as the I Lift NY that saved New York State $1 billion, one factor that distinguished design-build team Tappan Zee Constructors, LLC (TZC) from its two bidding competitors.

Did you know the Left Coast Lifter also won an award?

Union County College (New Jersey) Professor Will Van Dorp wrote about the super crane that holds rock-star-like awe for kids at educational outreach presentations:

“The crane arrived in Oakland in 2009 from Shanghai, China. For the 6200-mile Pacific crossing, the crane traveled on the deck of a heavy-lift ship called Zhenhua 22. Heavy-lift ships like Zhenhua 22 are partially sunk for loading and offloading so that cargo can be floated off or on.

A Shanghai company called ZPMC collaborated with several US companies to build this crane for a cost of approximately $50 million. Noteworthy is the fact that the barge that supports the crane was built in Portland, OR, on the Columbia River and transported to China for the crane to be mounted.

Although the I Lift NY has tremendous lifting capacity, it is by no means the largest floating crane in the world. Currently that title goes to cranes like Thialf and Saipem 7000, which can lift 14,000 tons or more.”

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After leaving Oakland days before Christmas 2013 — escorted by tugboats Lauren Foss and Iver Foss — it arrived about six weeks later at a private facility in Jersey City and made its debut at the project site in early October 2014.

Crane clears the Tappan Zee Bridge/© Janie Rosman 2014

Crane clears the Tappan Zee Bridge/© Janie Rosman 2014

After doing a cool limbo maneuver under the bridge — aided by extra low tide that added an extra foot or two of clearance — two days after its arrival, the mammoth crane with super strength and no navigational power of its own has been helping build the bridge from its perch on a 384-foot barge.

With the first span set to open sometime next year, it’s been busy and so have the tugboats moving and positioning it.

Moored via spuds (parking brakes)/© Janie Rosman 2014

Moored via spuds (parking brakes)/© Janie Rosman 2014

Running on Windows 7, the I Lift NY has the latest software and hardware and a flat panel touch screen.

Anchored by spuds (like parking brakes) that are plunged 60 to 70 feet into mud (depending upon floor elevation), it has neither a steering system nor is it self-propelled. Rather, anchors running out 600 feet from the sides maneuver it once the spuds are pulled up, and its power comes from three diesel-powered main generators and one auxiliary generator.

“It will take a little time, anchor tests will be scheduled during the next two weeks,” things unseen that are necessary to get the crane to work, Tappan Zee Constructors, LLC (TZC) construction manager Ro DiNardo said prior to its first placement.

Fast forward: the super crane is installing road deck on the eastbound Rockland approach, and the first span will open sometime next year.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2016

Random Photos and a Blog Post of their Own


You know the rebar samples kids get a kick from holding because how can something so small feel so heavy in your hand? Here’s the real deal up close.


No way! I”ve driven past this sign umpteen times and never knew it existed.


The above photo depicts the Rockland approach span. My eyes wander, and I’m thinking, “The main span is so far away!” Are you thinking the same?


These kids were troopers during a visit to the Tarrytown viewing area. Two years ago members of the Sleepy Hollow High School Engineering Club stood in freezing rain during their visit . . . and were more resilient than I.

Photos courtesy of the New York State Thruway Authority.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2016

ICYMI: Notable Images from the Driver’s Seat


♪♫ Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light ♪♫ . . . can you see it?


One of the more — maybe most — essential components of the project site.

During the days before Thanksgiving, when you weren’t in the mood to work or were worrying if you made enough dessert or if you should have accepted that invitation to your relatives’ house (mom wasn’t up for the trip), workers began installing stay cables on the eastbound bridge.

Watch for bridge update in the December 2016 issue of Rivertown Magazine.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2016

Renderings for Walking/Bicycle Path Terminus


This morning the store was empty. Its parking lot offered numerous spaces from which to choose, and there was no line waiting to pay for items.

“You should have been here yesterday,” the cashier said as she rang up my purchase. “The lines were around the store, and people were complaining that they had no place to park.”

Yesterday I had no interest in crowded places and worked on an article that will post next week. My neighborhood was quiet, the roads were as empty as the store I went to this morning, and it felt like everything stopped.

The previous weeks were busy, and I missed the meeting in South Nyack during which the village and the Thruway Authority presented renderings for the shared use path terminus in Rockland that will open in 2018.

Good news continues for the village. To recap:

In spring 2015 the state agreed to relocate the Rockland terminus (landing point) away from residential village streets to Thruway property near Exit 10 with adjacent parking.

The above rendering, courtesy of the New York State Thruway Authority, is one of four presented during the November 15 meeting.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2016

Thanksgiving Memories: Wanting a Sleepover

movie star dadIt was my dad’s first night at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx. I’m grateful to the facility for accepting him on short notice and for giving him dignity during his last days. I wrote this nearly three years ago and kept it private until now.

Eyes widening, he asked me in a quiet voice to stay over one night. I look at him, my own eyes questioning silently. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes,” he half-mouthed, half-said.

Dad’s vulnerability frightened us both. “Why don’t Mom and I both stay over?” I asked, looking up as she wordlessly in a chair. “Otherwise, I’d have to visit without her, and she’d be home alone.”

When I heard he’d been accepted here, I cried tears of relief and joy. The past two months were emotionally draining, physically exhausting, and — as Mom and I’d learned the day before — spiritually frustrating.

Several years ago I penned “Open Faced Sandwich” about helplessly watching Dad struggle, determined to advocate for him. I have, and continue to do it.

His request for me to stay overnight in his hospital room is the end of a long road that started on Thanksgiving Day. For weeks, I was haunted with the belief I’d personally escorted Dad deeper into a hole from which he’d never return.

For the second time in less than two weeks, my conscious was wracked with guilt because, three hours after Mom and I left the place I chose for him, Dad fell on the floor. The call came at 9:57 p.m.; my heart stopped, thinking it was that call.

“Your dad fell, and we’re putting down floor mats,” the assistant told me. Putting down floor mats NOW? Mom and I saw them in his room earlier, and were assured they’d be placed under his bed.

Dad plunged deeper; Mom and I were livid. The doctor sent him back to the hospital, where he languished for the next six weeks — speechless, mouthing words, repeating a word or two when he could. He sometimes ate, mostly not, and always surprised us.

“We found the Holy Grail yesterday, daddy!” my December 30 journal entry said. “You had half of a huge pastrami sandwich with mustard on a hard roll, and see, the nurses didn’t think you were hungry. It took five calls to the hospital to get the doctor to take you off soft (mushy yuck) diet; she was afraid you’d aspirate and choke.”

“You’re smarter than that, daddy, and couldn’t wait to eat. Tomorrow I’m bringing you a pad and pens so you can talk on paper. I don’t know if we’ll have a conversation again, daddy, yet I pray and hope that things will turn around for you. I love you.”

Several days later, Dad was talking, reading “Happy New Year” from the paper on which I’d written it. It was wonderful to see recognition in his eyes, and then he looked at me as if to say, ‘Why are you asking me to read this?’ I wanted to know if there was a connection, if his brain was working, my scientific trial.

Until back into that dark place he fell.

Doctors told us dementia is cruel, plays tricks, teases, gives false information. I didn’t believe it, not in Dad.

What happened next can only be described as a miracle.

His brown eyes opened wide when I walked into his hospital room later that day. I greeted him, and then I heard the sweetest sound: his voice. I asked him a question, and he answered; I asked him something else. He again responded.

From somewhere far away, Dad had climbed out, back to us. Mom and I believe it’s because we demanded that he be taken off both sedative medications. I blamed them for his fall in the rehabilitation facility; since he’d lost weight and was eating little, his body wasn’t able to absorb it.

I question if his earlier inability to communicate was due to overmedication.

Dad’s doctor, and the medical team attending him here, listen and understand, and I’m grateful for their compassion and communication with Mom and me.

“Are you sure?” I asked again. “Yes,” he replied a second time. I’m looking forward to our sleepover, Dad.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2016

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