Escape from to New York
Greetings from a NYC taxicab.
It could be worse. This cab’s driver, Nguyen, told me that he just got this cab brand new about an hour before he picked me up at LaGuardia. It’s a spacious Ford Explorer, one of only a few such cabs in New York. It’s still got the new-car smell.
But it could be better. I only turned my computer on after 90 minutes crawling across Queens. We’ve been approaching the Queens Midtown Tunnel (Nguyen’s idea, not mine) for the last half hour, with progress measured in feet, like a WWI battle. As we sit on Borden Avenue, Nguyen futzes with all the switches and dials. I’m happy to report that the front and rear wipers work, as does the stereo, which he adjusted as a Saab just cut us off.
Nguyen has a lot of opinions on the transit strike. Unfortunately, I understand every fifth word he says. I should be home in another hour, if I'm lucky. Which I won't be.
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rj3 | 06:30 PM |
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It was an odd day. The streets were empty this morning - not too many cars, but increasingly more pedestrians. This evening however, was when the full chaos hit. I was lucky to be able to take the Path train from 33rd Street to the World Trade Center and back instead of having to walk all the way downtown and back. Trying to get on the Path train this evening people were ten feet deep on the platform for the special shuttle train up to 33rd. Walking over on 5th Avenue by the Empire State Building (to try to go to the library, which had closed early - damn), the sidewalks were filled with people going up and downtown - and not just tourists. New Yorkers, walking very fast as they do.
