Scene and heard

I had done this once before: September 10th, 1981. And that time, it wasn’t planned. A power sub-generator had caught fire in Downtown Manhattan and, having been stuck on a train for a very long time, an announcement was made that no trains were going into Brooklyn. So my old friend Carolyn and I walked, along with many others, over the bridge. That time, I couldn’t really enjoy it. I was supposed to move back to England that evening.

We had been visiting our friend Arline, who was working on Central Park South with another great friend, Rob. I had moved out of my apartment and shipped my stuff home, so was staying at Arline’s place. We left Central Park at least 5 hours before my plane was due to leave. And arrived after what should have been no more than an hour long journey, 40 minutes before I should have been hitting the skies.

Fortunately, it was 1981 and not 2008, because the airline put me on a flight the next day without any penalty to me. And Carolyn, Arline and Rob are all still great friends. As, now, is Carrie. And it is with her that I strolled across from on the reverse direction on Sunday. No such exciting stories to tell.