Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Snapped this from my rental car while stuck in traffic on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway yesterday, while I was still feeling optimistic about my ability to navigate my way first to Brooklyn, and then across Lower Manhattan and finally to Secaucus, New Jersey, where I did my business this morning.
That was before my first U-turn on Delancey (cut to sign reading: "Welcome to Manhattan"; cut to me with thought bubble over my head, clutched forward over the steering wheel, thinking: This isn't Brooklyn...); and before my wide loop around Willoughby and Adelphi in (finally) Brooklyn; before my second U-turn in Little Italy (Manhattan again, dark now); before I queried the guy in the tollbooth on the NJ Turnpike for directions to the nearest gas station (where I hoped to find a map of the wastelands that are the Meadowlands) only to find the station (after my third U-turn) dark and deserted along an equally dark and deserted row of warehouses.
But there was the call to A, who googled me a map and got me out of there, and there was the sound of gurgling babies in the background, twins, just six-weeks in this world, and the memory of holding one of them, sacked out and REMing in my arms, just shortly before.
The reason for going to Brooklyn, the reason for all the U-turns and turnoffs; the best reason, only reason, really, to rent a car out of La Guardia, ever. (No regrets, but next time I’m cabbing it.)
 What do babies dream of, anyway?