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Brooklynites can only dream of stepping foot on the deck of historic ocean liner the S.S. United States until a Red Hook dock owner succeeds in bringing it to our hallowed shores. Until then, live vicariously through this thrilling tale from legendary community newswoman Roz Liston, who sailed the high seas aboard the storied ship in its heyday!

It was a trip to remember.

Back in the twilight days of the S.S. United States, I booked a trans-Atlantic crossing on the venerable ship from Southhampton in England to New York. It marked the end of a yearlong stay for me in London, where I had a memorable time living in a flat without central heating, eating cans of baked beans when the pounds had just about run out and making several trips to High Holborn — the immigration office — wearing sunglasses to look like a rich American so I could extend my visa yet again.

The S.S. United States was a perfect way for me to segue back into American life. The stately ship had breathtaking interiors — a magnificent ballroom, expansive staterooms and inviting bars tucked into corners — that were a bit over the top. The look was mid-century design in a very posh setting, decidedly American in flavor and a welcome respite from the understated English decor of the time.

But this was not my class, dear, as the British are fond of saying. My cabin was in bilge class, down on the bottom deck not far from the engine room. But for an upstart American in her early 20s, a stateroom four levels below the first deck with portholes meant I had arrived — where I was not clear.

But I knew I had to upgrade my status to have freer run of the ship. Even before the United States left port, I had checked out first class, second class and the decks, so that my face would be familiar to the crew. As soon as the liner’s horns blew farewell to England and we started out to sea, I had parked myself in a deck chair in first class along with my cabin mate, a young English woman traveling to America for graduate studies.

She was up for the game, which started immediately when we were asked to leave first class. Somehow we managed to charm our way into staying put in our deck chairs, wrapped in elegant woolen blankets. And then we met someone I’ll call Martin.

He was a distinguished man of the world who moved in circles far from our small orbits. But Martin was a closet rebel at heart, it turned out, and had an outrageous sense of humor.

Bored with the ship’s class divisions and decorum, Martin invited us to dinner in the first class dining room, where many of the men wore black tie and the women formal dresses. We stowed the jeans and did the best we could to look upscale, which was a stretch, but Martin eased our way by showing up in a dress shirt with no tie.

The maitre d’ did not want to let us into the dining room, but Martin prevailed and it was clear to us that he was somebody, even as the waiters looked somewhat appalled at our total violation of the ship’s dress code.

Unspoken were the rules Martin laid down — first names only, no discussion of who we were in our lives beyond the ship and no questions asked. He did tell us he was traveling with his wife, whom he called a less polite version of the “old biddy.”

And so for the rest of our evenings on the ship we were first-class crashers as the dinner guests of the mysterious Martin, who delighted in breaking the rules.

As the ship entered New York Harbor, I happened to run into one of the first-class waiters who asked if I knew the identity of our elegant host. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but he told me we had been wined and dined by one of the world’s most famous jewelers. His name was synonymous with opulence, power, and discretion.

I never saw Martin again. But I look back on those five days on that luxury liner as a re-entry capsule for me to my New York roots and Martin’s insouciance as a reminder of what I had missed about America. He was the perfect dinner companion for the trip home.

Roz Liston is the esteemed editor of our sister publication in Queens, the TimesLedger.

Updated 10:17 pm, July 9, 2018
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bring it on from the neighborhood says:
Having the SSUS in Brooklyn is surreal. How wonderful a place our borough has become to be able to entertain such a magnificent ship as this.

The best part is that it will not become a another waterfront residence nor hotel, but a maritime education center and startup business incubator where innovative talent will blossom in a ship designed to inspire.
Dec. 2, 2015, 1:31 pm
Alison Sanders from Manhattan says:
Lovely post and wonderful ship. Not sure if you or your readers know about the Atlantis, but I want you to know it is a beautiful ship that cruises around the New York harbor. It is a popular wedding venue, but works for work parties, birthdays, family gatherings or a special date. When you visit the link you'll learn more about New York Cruises. Good luck.
Dec. 2, 2015, 2:36 pm
Linda from Brooklyn says:
In reading the other stories, sounds like it could be a very special place. The ship seems to bring out the best in people. Hope it finds its way here.
Dec. 3, 2015, 11:31 pm
GL Webb from Virginia says:
Thanks, I enjoyed reading this!
Dec. 12, 2015, 2:20 pm
GL Webb from Virginia says:
Thanks, I enjoyed this post!
Dec. 12, 2015, 2:20 pm

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