New York Blues

Yesterday morning my cousin in Boston called me and said "What do you think about the strike?" Being awakened out of a sound sleep I brilliantly answered, "Huh"? When I went to bed the night before at 1 am they were still talking; at 3 am the TWU decided that would be the perfect time to call a strike! I must've walked 6-7 miles yesterday running Xmasy errands and going to and from work. Unfortunately the last time I walked to work was on 9/11 so I was reliving that day as well as I trod along. Luckily I normally walk a lot (it's basically my only exercise) so it wasn't too bad and the weather cooperated but now I'm really keeping my eye out for any storms and planning to dig out my old down coat (the one that makes me look like a walking pillow) just in case. The one advantage to come from all this is that I feel I can indulge a little more at Xmas brunch.
We New Yorkers are a tough bunch--I've seen more pedestrians, bicyclists and rollerbladers than on a typical day as 7 million of us are trying to go places without public transportation. I just feel those TWU & MTA officials are lunkheads and keep thinking of what Jean Giraudaux wrote in "The Madwoman of Chaillot": "Nothing is ever so wrong with the world that a sensible woman can't set it straight in the course of an afternoon." We need more sensible women in positions of authority and fewer males who tend to indulge in pissing contests.

On a nicer note:

                                HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE