The Bronx is Up and the Battery's Down

Manhattan really does well in a transit strike. All the pedestrian prowess comes rising to the surface. That self-sufficiency gene kicks in, and the general mien becomes, "Who, us? We don't need wheels or tracks, or even squeak alerts from the rats to let us know when a train is approaching West 4th Street. No: we can walk."

Mainly below 96th Street.

I think it's great when the city gets all out of whack and controlled chaos sets in. Temperatures are supposed to rise into the 40s on Thursday or Friday, so let's hope we'll have better air to walk in, or bike in.

King Kog (Hope and Marcy, Williamsburg) has warm bike gloves, I know that. Not that I'm in Williamsburg (yet).