Today I spent the day in Brooklyn. I knew it would be an interesting day before I even left the city. As I began my journey down the FDR Drive, I noticed a cab with its hood up, driving about 100 feet in front of me. I got nervous for the driver and said a silent prayer that he would safely make it to the next exit so that he could fix his hood problem. It was pouring rain. I wondered how he was able to see at all and I sped up along side of him to better evaluate the situation. It took me a few minutes to catch up to him, in which time he drove right past the exit for 23rd Street. Why didn’t he pull over at the first available exit? When I got closer to the cab, it occurred to me that I was driving at 50 mph down FDR Drive in the rain and therefore so was he. There was a passenger in the backseat. I can’t believe it wasn’t me.
I parked in Brooklyn right in front of a store displaying burkas in window. It was named Islam Fashion. Is that an oxymoron?
|“Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display.”|