Although it doesn't necessarily mean I'll be riding the train home tonight, it looks like the strike is nearing a resolution. I got a ride in to the city today and only - only! - had to walk about 30 blocks to complete the journey after being dropped off.
While I'm not a religious man, today's musical selection, Harry Nilsson's I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City seemed an appropriate choice, given the news.
Iíll say goodbye to all my sorrow // And by tomorrow Iíll be on my way // I guess the Lord must be in New York City
Iím so tired of gettiní nowhere // Seeiní my prayers goiní unanswered // I guess the Lord must be in New York City
While it hasn't exactly been a sorrowful few days - I'll let the shop owners who have lost holiday sales and the people who live even further out than I do own that emotion - I was definitely tired of gettin' nowhere as the car I was in this morning inched and inched and inched through Brooklyn to the bridge. Thank goodness for the company and the heat.
As much as New Yorkers can adapt to miserable situations, the flip side of that ability is that it won't be long before we are all back to complaining about mumbled subway PA system announcements, sticky floors, smelly stations, overheated cars, and "unavoidable delays." Tomorrow we will all be on our way.