POURED this morning, flooded subway lines and shut down the morning commute, or at least staggered it. Thousands stayed home from work or arrived four and five hours late.
==(Note: all vacant NYC cabs turn on a light on the their roof to show that they are for hire. Those lights are what you look for sometimes in vain as the rain pours down)
I was the recipient of a miracle.
The One Train stopped at 145th Street, that's about 100 and twenty blocks from where I want to go.
So I and about 8000 people trudge up the stairs to the street intending to hike over the east side and take the D or the B downtown. I reach the sidewalk at the same time everyone else does. We stop.
It pouring.
And there, just to side of a stopped bus, is a Taxi with it's light ON. It's right there. Right in front of me. If I was in a desert I would hesitate thinking it was perhaps a mirage, but in NYC with 8000 other people standing next to you all of them needing a ride to work, one does NOT hesitate.
I leaped to the side of the cab and deftly opened the door and sat down:
I calmly said "23rd and Lex, please."
We had a lovely drive, down Columbus, through the Park, down Park and part of Madison.... ah, I kept saying to myself, so this is how it is.
Joe(the meter read $32.00 at the curb, I gave him Forty and was only ten minutes late for work.)Nation
PS It is still 89F at 10:11PM after all that rain. Wha?
I don't like running on trails, I'm constantly on edge, looking out for ruts and stones and sticks and pine cones and and and lions and tiggers and bears. 