Coffee Table Declarations
Friday, August 15, 2003
Here's the question of the day: would you sleep on the street in exchange for a free summer Friday off from work? A friend of my roommate works in Manhattan. My roommate spoke to her around 4:30 and she was leaving the office to head for home. Her apartment is 40 blocks away and she had to walk. She lives on the 25th floor and therefore the windows don't open. That means with no AC, there would be no relief from the heat. By 11:00 last night, we still hadn't heard from her.
What's crazy is that some people, simply unable to get home, were sleeping on sidewalks in New York City last night. Watching it on TV, it looked like a cross between September 11th and New Year's Eve. I kept waiting to see either gray dust covering every square inch, or Dick Clark.
New York is a crazy city indeed. I once heard that the island of Manhattan is slowly sinking into the sea due to the amount of weight it holds. I have been there twice. The first time included a $10 cheeseburger in Times Square and a comical situation in which a third of our party jumped off the train at the correct stop, just in time before the doors closed, while the rest of us were stuck travelling another 10 blocks underground. The second time involved a tiny hotel room high above the street, more cab rides than I care to think about, and a passing glimpse of the Dakota - the one thing I wanted the most to see.
What's crazy is that some people, simply unable to get home, were sleeping on sidewalks in New York City last night. Watching it on TV, it looked like a cross between September 11th and New Year's Eve. I kept waiting to see either gray dust covering every square inch, or Dick Clark.
New York is a crazy city indeed. I once heard that the island of Manhattan is slowly sinking into the sea due to the amount of weight it holds. I have been there twice. The first time included a $10 cheeseburger in Times Square and a comical situation in which a third of our party jumped off the train at the correct stop, just in time before the doors closed, while the rest of us were stuck travelling another 10 blocks underground. The second time involved a tiny hotel room high above the street, more cab rides than I care to think about, and a passing glimpse of the Dakota - the one thing I wanted the most to see.
