Unfortunately I brought neither camera nor phones when I was on Broadway, Sunday.
The line outside the new, world’s most overpriced, gelato shop stretched to the end of the block.
I did run home to get my camera, but it would have been the third time I was on Broadway, and frankly I could have lived without the kids rollerblading on Broadway.
Understand I would rather have kids rollerblading on the street than on the gutter, but one block west is West End Avenue and it’s my secret walking street.
Underutilized, you only think you might be killed when passing any delivery person on a bike, anybody making an illegal right turn on right, or going through a red light.
The above all happens too often. More and more cars seem to think red lights don’t apply to them, or they can rev the engine, and begin a few seconds before the light turns green.
In a way I can’t blame them. Commercial traffic is banned from West End and Riverside Drive.
West End Avenue seems so isolated in an overcrowded city. It’s all apartment buildings, with some schools, churches and synagogues. It’s a majestic avenue filled with some of the most beautiful apartment buildings in the city, certainly the most beautiful beaux art buildings.
That’s just it. It’s residential. Broadway is mixed use. It’s a street I have to be on if I want to get anywhere by public transport or buy anything.
The other day two girls, about eleven or twelve were on the center Island at Broadway. No cars were coming quickly, so they ran past the red light. The cops in the cop van waved at them. I’m all for friendly cops, but I don’t think kids in NY should be encouraged to walk when the light’s red.
I might be a bit old fashioned. I might not be with the times. I do think street lights are there for a reason. However I cross on the red all the time. But I’m an adult. Yesterday on Broadway I just wanted to get from store to store.
I wanted to find the kid’s on the roller blades parents and ask them why they had kids rollerblading when it was almost impossible to navigate the sidewalk.
But I knew the answer. The parents want them safe and near them, and if it means knocking over a few old ladies, hey….
As long as I’m in complaint mode: I can neither wash my windows nor put in my AC’s until they stop construction next door. And that might be next year for all I know.
Last summer, construction dust got into one of my AC’s rendering it unusable. The cost of having it taken from the window, cleaned and put back in, equals the cost of a new AC. Only mine were new. And we’re not allowed to put in the AC’s ourselves or have a friend do it. Must have a member of the building staff do it for a set price plus a tip.
I don’t have the nerve to give the building owner next door my letter yet.
I watched the original penthouse be built. I saw how the owners treated the workers, and how unfeeling they were.
My building is a coop. The one good thing is the strict laws governing construction. It can’t begin until 8 and must end by 4:30. There can’t be construction on weekends or holidays. Sure you can do little jobs on off hours, I had my entire wall unit built at night.
But I asked my neighbors for permission, and was told that it disturbed nobody. Maybe they were humoring me. Maybe I live in a faux world where manners still count.
I would like to thank that manners are the mark of a civilized society.