after yesterday's 7am frigid trek acorss the williamsburg bridge, a journey i took for the sake of taking photos, i was determined to get a ride across the river today.
the cops began turning drivers with fewer than three passengers away BEFORE 7am today. i got into a car a block away from the bridge; i was the third passenger and the driver tried to go past the cops but was directed off of the entrance to the bridge.
we had to circle around and found a third passenger. a gigantic man with a 50" + chest who must have had stood above 6'5". he crunched into a fetal pose next to me in the back of the toyota and we went across the bridge.
the driver, a USPS mail sorter in jersey city was desperate to get to work. she let us off at bway and broome and we went in three different directions. "happy holidays!". "which way is chambers?". "good luck today." these were our parting words.
then along came a roller blader going the wrong direction, up broadway as the sun began to pour its light onto the morning in manhattan.
then i began my walk to 30th street.