Night Moves

I drive to NYC at least twice a week to attend class or to pick up J after her classes. Taking classes is a senior thing to do.
These driving excursions require a steady foot on the pedal, steel nerves, a give them no quarter attitude and good old dumb luck!  The adventures harken me back to the days I was known as Johnny Bronx for my driving acumen. Unfortunately the destinations are in midtown, the gridlock capital of the world, except as I've been told, the far east. The classes are also scheduled during rush hour so it is inevitable for us to arrive when the hordes of workers are released form their desks and this plays havoc with the Cross/Don't Cross dance. There is no rhyme or reason to the time it takes to get from the suburbs too NYC. It could take 40 minutes, seldom does to 2 hours as it has all too often has. But it is for education and so it is a good thing.

As congested as it is during rush hour, a relative calm comes over the place by 8:00. When class ends and I go to pick up my passenger, the streets that were clogged with an, OK it is your turn to squeeze onto this street, mentality, gives way to smooth sailing. The most dangerous thing to deal with at this hour are the taxi jockeys who just two hours ago were creeping along and could cause little damage. but once the crowds subside they become video game pong drive a-likes.

Last night I saw another NY sight, a caravan of hot dog stands being pushed and pulled up Madison. With their colorful umbrellas, exotic aromas,  and their keepers shouting in a mid east dialect, it was reminiscent of a Bazaar, and a little bizarre at that. But you got to love the vibrancy and energy of the greatest city in the world!

...and counting, as of today I need 10 more hits to reach 2000, come on people, you can do this.