There is something strange about the air in Manhattan. At least, that’s what I tell myself each day when I encounter the odd dancers. For the most part, they are tourists who appear during rush hour (8-10) when people are trying to get in their offices. They are sauntering up and down the sidewalks, generally stopping at strategic locations bracketed by pay phones or newspaper vending machines on one side and the ubiquitous trash can on the other. They create a dam to bring the flood of Manhatanite speed walkers almost to a halt as they stand in place and slowly perform pirouettes, their eyes heavenward, a slow motion version of the whirling dervish. Oblivious to the gaggle of obviously annoyed business clad pedestrians, they start to gather up in these odd spinning clusters. I have seen as many six of these individuals suffering from this strange malady in a group. Usually they come out of it on their own, but sometimes it takes a rather assertive local to get their attention to bring them out of their trance.
I have talked to many of my friends about this phenomenon. We can’t completely agree to what the cause is. I have proffered up the idea that maybe they are disoriented due to the very tall buildings as they are from a rather flat place. I’ve been told that this doesn’t really work, because they have seen people from Toronto or Chicago where the buildings are just as high. One of my friends said that its caused by the rush of people going back and forth, the dancers become mesmerized by the motion and disassociate from their consciousness. His justification for this has to do with the lack of these dancers at times when the sidewalks are not crowded with people.
I’ve been waiting to read a study in the New York Times where some starving professor gets a grant to study these oddities. So far, I have never seen this article, so if you have some pull, give that starving professor a call.
|Old Timey Trolley
I’ll post a picture when I get home tonight of the actual Trolleys, but for now, I’ll just talk about them. Our “shuttle” to the train station transformed from the smallish white vans to full blown tour bus things shaped like Trolleys about 3 weeks ago. I thought something was wrong when I was waiting for it to arrive, and this giant garish green looking thing pulled up. If I hadn’t recognized the driver, I would have waited for it to drop off its load of tourists and the real shuttle to come along. Anyway, that’s what I was waiting for today.
Well, the silly way we go back and forth to the Train station isn’t as fun as the people that I ride with. There are two of the trolley things, and they come by generally every 10 minutes or so. Obviously, since the schedule starts at 7, by 9 in the morning, they are NOT in that beautiful 20 minute rhythm that has them coming and going punctually. Not only does the rush hour traffic try to detour around interstate blockages through the area, but invariably road construction starts around 8:30 and the police are diverting traffic to ajoining blocks. This has been going on for the last year, so I am never surprised that I have to wait a few minutes. Not so, my erstwhile cohabitators. They love to complain and moan about how irregular the buses are and how with proper management they could fix the issue and get an extra 3 minutes to sleep. I will interject here that I have heard my elderly relatives discuss iregularity in same terms but their cure is prune juice.
The funny thing about this is the amount of hurry everyone is in. The trip to Manhattan is a minimum of 45 minutes. The trains leave every 10 minutes or so. If you plan, you can generally always arrive early to your destination, just taking into account that the maximum wait time for a trolley is 20 minutes. There is no need to rush, just go to bed a half an hour early and WOW, you arrive at your destination with a minimum degree of fuss. For the record, I live a 15 minutes walk from the train station, so based on the above statistics, if you always wanted your schedule perfectly, you could just walk to the station.
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Not sure how it happened, but I ended up holding the Mimi Mommy on my chest feeding her dog food. It’s got to be her Jedi mind powers, I know it. It started by teaching the puppy how to eat dog food and then, all of a sudden, I am feeding mommy by hand in my bed. Oh well, back to sleep.
Someone will have to explain to me one day why puppy (Zorra) thinks its a good thing to wake me up by biting the end of my nose. Anyone who tells me that dogs can think would have to wonder if she has a death wish. I come so close to sending her into orbit each time she does it.
Ok, back to sleep. Her mom has finished feeding her and she is already out.
– David Tyler
Location:Henry St,Stamford,United States