Saturday, September 22, 2012

Visit With An Old Friend

Getting in the car on a Friday afternoon and heading into the city. Rush hour. The specter of immovable traffic lurks behind every turn in the road. Driving crosstown through Manhattan is horrific. Turtle slow and kamikaze pedestrians. I used to love to drive, but this is torture. Why the hell am I doing this? Tunnel to tunnel is the worst. Heading west to Jersey, the whole world joins me, and slows to a painful crawl. This is just not worth it. I am never doing this again. What the hell was I thinking?

A blast and clang and it's done, over. My dark mood is gone. Bruce has begun, and I remember why it was worth the three hour trip. I am so glad I'm here. 

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