146 flowers are laid at the corner of the building. Its a memorial for the victims and the fire itself, but also for the point of social upheaval it became for ordinary citizens who valued workers rights' in New York City and across the country.

Each year, a bell in rung 146 times as the names of the victims are read out by kids from the local public shools.

The Union (then the ILGWU, now UNITE-HERE) and the FDNY holds a memorial at the site of the fire on Greene St annually.

The average age of the women who died was 21 years old. All of the executives a floor above surivived. None of them ever received jail time. Today, we learned that Cintas laundry workers in Buffalo, recently have found themselves locked in the plant.

A fire started, and the workers found that they were locked in the building. The fire department ladders wouldn't reach to the floor the factory was on.

Today I went to the annual Triangle Fire Memorial. In 1911, 146 workers. Mostly, young women, died while working at the Triangle Shirtwaist Company.

That's when the clouds blew in. I was hoping to see a whale breaching in the bay.

Ahhh, more of the restless sea.

This is "Bird Rock." Hmmm...I wonder how it got its name.

The squirrels were also fearless, like a Canal St. pidgeon.

The seagulls love the tourists. They are fearless.

A lone Pebble Beach Cyprus tree

Some pretty seaweed.

A pretty yellow flower.

After that, Bill and I took a drive through the Pebble Beach golf course and gated community. We were the last people left the convention. And then had to fly into Newark instead of LaGuardia...of course.

Today I went on a whale watch. Here's the view from the great whale watch. Nothing. 95% success rate. The trip before me saw 3 whales. It's been a 5% sort of week.