I am totally overwhelmed by the comments on Courting. I’m either going to do a Sally Field or burst into tears.
I’m not the warmest person in the world, and I can be a bitch. But for the first time in a decade and some I have found my center, and it feels great.
Okay enough sentiment. In three hours eleven minutes there might be a transit strike. Loved the one in 1980. It was in spring and I would take an hour and half to walk from my apartment on East 63rd Street to Dekalb Avenue in Brooklyn. Should do a Google 3D map but I’m too lazy right now.
They said the strike began the walking craze. Not true. I, and others, had discovered walking a long time before. It’s the only way I can totally lose myself into me, become very creative and relaxed. Plus it’s great exercise. But I refused to wear those truly stupid white sneakers; mine were black, as I refused to wear bow ties. Did wear tuxedo shirts in White and Lavender, but with a few buttons undone; and of course I owned three Jones New York dress for success suits.
I wanted to look successful but I couldn’t be untrue to myself. I had been wearing vintage Rayon dresses with shoulder pads and tight waists. I also wore Diane Von Furstenberg, solid color Laura Ashley, Willi Wear, clothes made for a real woman. The Courting pin-up and I have much in common. Zachary, a jeans, tee and flannel shirt person, loved my style. We were living together during the strike and Zachary would pick a group of us up after work in his van. Sometimes if he wasn’t too hungover he would drive me. But I preferred to walk.
It was a good strike. Did a lot to make us proud to be New Yorkers. The blackout of ’77 had shown how torn apart we were. The strike began the healing. Mayor Koch would stand on the other side of the bridge in the morning, welcoming people to Manhattan. Koch was at his peak then. I was always looking for reasons to dislike him and just couldn’t.
I was on the bridge during the last blackout walking back from Brooklyn. Mayor Bloomberg was on the other side of the bridge.
But a strike in December ten days before Christmas? New York has had many problems these past four years. Most salaries don’t keep up with the rapid increase in prices. Christmas is the biggest store season; restaurants are packed; people are out having fun. I don’t think this would be good now. I hope they have the strike but put it off to a less hectic, less money making, and warmer season.
A transist strike in December is cruel. The easiest way for Lucia to get from her apartment in the West 80’s to her office in Penn Plaza, West 34th Street would be by feet. It’s going to be icey, rainy, slushy. It’s really only a two and half mile walk each way, but that can be long in bad weather.
When she walked home on 9/11 she left in such a hurry she forgot to change her shoes. Try walking it in stilletos!
Maybe a one day strike; but I have a party I want to go to tomorrow night, and I’m not about to walk it, in the rain/slush/ice. It’s a walk I do all the time; basically to my old neighborhood. But it’s been frigid, and right now all I can think about is hot ginger tea.