Navigating NYC – or just life, for that matter – isn’t easy
Mass transportation in Manhattan is such that to go from West 79th street to East 79th Street involves taking a train down the west side to 42nd street, taking another train across the island, and taking yet another train up the east side to East 79th Street.
Think of a letter “U” and you get the idea.
Instead, took the bus across town cause I didn’t think my leg would be able to handle the trip up and down the stairs on the subway. It’s roughly the same amount of time but a straight shot – most people don’t take the bus for some reason. Which is why I try to.
I’ve noticed that it’s always some little old lady that’ll offer me her seat when she sees me struggling to board with my cane. It’s never the younger guy.
Suppose that they know how hard it is to get around, the older people.
Not me, of course – other people.
Was told to lie still for 25 minutes as this machine scanned me
Him: Stop moving around so much!
Me: Sorry, sorry…
As I hobbled home got a text from Paul. I’m free for a drink or something later if you’re not busy. I’ll bring the rums.
The remainder of the evening involved a good deal of self-medication.
Ended the night with a conversation with another friend over his relationship.
Said it once before: Goodbyes are sad, regardless of how it happens.
Me: You’ve been through this before and made it through ok. So has she, yeah? This’ll happen however it happens.
Him: I know…
Suppose we all know how hard it is to get around.