A surly time in New York City
Posted by keithosaunders on June 17, 2011
I’m back in New York for a seven week stretch while my kids go to camp, and if there’s one word to describe my mood it’s surly. I’ve been here for just over 48 hours and already I’ve almost made a right turn on a red light, (illegal in NYC) gotten into a shouting match with a gas station attendant, who chided me for not knowing the correct method of swiping my credit card, and suffered sticker shock from crossing the Throgs Neck bridge. ($6.50 one way)
I’ve played two gigs on the Island with a singer and his quartet — a band I worked with for four years before moving — and was amazed that the east bound traffic has actually gotten worse in the 10 months since I last traversed that hellish thoroughfare called the Long Island Expressway. In fact, between driving to those gigs, and taking my oldest boy on various college tours, I have been to Westchester, Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn, and tomorrow, New Jersey. Almost every road, except for the ones going north towards Westchester, is jammed up. Brooklyn is a joke — even when the traffic is light, the lights are metered in such a way that you have to stop every other minute. I do appreciate the more aggressive New York driving style, however. I am amazed and impressed that even on the congested roads of Manhattan and Brooklyn, people manage to drive as fast as possible, and for the most part, avoid getting into accidents.
I passed my the new Nets arena, which is under construction on Flatbush Ave in downtown Brooklyn, and it appears to be roughly a quarter completed. All I could think of was that I wouldn’t want to be within five miles of that place on game night. The traffic will be backed up to the Upper West Side.
Oh yes…I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the aggravation that goes with seeing the Yankees sweep the AL champion Texas Rangers, while the Mets, in a bid to go over .500 for the first time since the first week of the season, blew Thursday night’s game against the Atlanta Braves in excruciating, Metsian fasion — a blown save by their closer, Franky Rodriguez, and a 10th inning balk with a man on third by reliever, D.J. Carrasco.
Yep, I’m back. .