That’s Alexander Hamilton’s house, known as Hamilton Grange, currently residing on Convent Avenue in upper Manhattan. The neighborhood is called Hamilton Heights and is in Harlem near City College, a nice brownstone enclave between the bustle of Broadway and St. Nicholas. The Park Service is moving the house because it’s surrounded by a church and apartment building, in a spot it was moved to years ago anyway; they’ve got a nice cozy spot in a nearby park a block away ready for it.
They’ve got it raised up about 50 feet to get it squeezed out from between those two buildings. The original porch and facade were removed when it was placed there, so hopefully they will return. It’s a pretty amazing feat, lifting a historic building that high.
I’m looking forward to seeing it in its new spot and checking out the interior next year once it’s completed. I imagine Alexander Hamilton will be prancing from his grave down in Trinity Church cemetery all the way up Broadway to return home, too.
Everyone knows the story of Aaron Burr and Hamilton dueling illegally in Weehawken and his subsequent death. He may have been a prancer in statuary, but he was a hardcore bastard. His cannon regiments may have turned the tide of the Revolution in the Jersey wars, and he reserved his fire against Burr without telling him. I guess he wanted to see if he could take on the man he’d verbally sparred with so virulently.
So every time you spend a ten-spot, remember the Hamilton’s lesson. To hell with that bravery crap, shoot the other guy first.