More Thoughts On The Strike From Our Beloved Readers And Our Addled Reality

In a rare stroke of luck, we flew over Manhattan this morning, getting a proverbial birds’ eye view of the apparent horror of the transit strike. Given that it was about 6:50 am, things seemed pretty hectic. Red lights gridlocked all over far downtown, but cars on the Manhattan Bridge were flying. Walked down from Grand Central to the East Village, got to Union Square, and noticed that the city was kinda quiet. Which was weird, because we thought it’d be louder what with cars, walkers, really angry people, etc.