KGB

Made it into Manhattan last night for KGB. I wasn’t sure exactly how bad things would be in the city with the transit strike in effect. It wasn’t exactly the pandemonium that some had feared, but it was an awful mess. I usually take the 6 train down to Astor Place, but with the subways out of commission I simply walked. It was cold, but not freezing, and the sidewalks were clogged, but not as badly as the streets. The creepiest thing was seeing lots of gridlocked ambulances with their sirens wailing. At one intersection, an elderly couple were screaming at eastbound cars to turn uptown instead and clear the street so that an ambulance could get past. Not surprisingly, KGB was pretty sparsely attended, but I was glad to see everyone who managed to make it out, including my amazingly wonderful friend Andrea, who gave me seasons one and two of Battlestar Galactica for my birthday. On the walk back to Grand Central, I passed a double column of uniformed cops carrying bags with batons. There must’ve been 100 or more. It was like a parade. I wonder where they were headed. (Union rally?)