I just got back from a two-day whirlwind tour of NYC, visiting my brother-in-law in Queens.
The cure for holiday traffic is definitely traveling after the holiday (Friday morning in our case), getting up at 5 a.m. and heading north while most normal people are still sleeping. Incredibly, we crossed the Verrazano Bridge and drove up the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway without any traffic.
We spent two days strolling around Jackson Heights, a residential neighborhood in the heart of Queens, across the East River from mid-town Manhattan. We walked over to the Flushing Meadows, where Shea Stadium, CitiField, the USTA tennis center and the NY Museum of Science are all located.
(No I don’t give a damn about Black Friday sales. Christmas shopping for me begins about 72 hours before the actual day.
By the way, it was great to read real sports columnists in NYC, as opposed to the politically correct poseurs in our local newspapers).
Last night, we were having dinner at a local diner. Predictably, I had asked that the Alabama-Auburn be shown on the tv screen. Unpredictably, I was actually engaging someone in meaningful conversation, even with an SEC classic developing in real time.
Hold on, is that a replay of an earlier missed field goal? Is that a replay of a kick return for touchdown? What’s going on?
Take hard-core football fans. Add a little holiday spice. Stir. Instant classic.