Here we are. December 20th 2005. Five days before Christmas. New York City. The people movers, the life blood, the heart of this city --it's transportation--halted. 7 millions souls, lost and ambling on their best days, left to think GASP! for themselves.
Tomorrow, less than 12 hours from now, I plan to venture into the melange and try to osmosis myself to a plot of land in midtown Manhattan. With me, my trusty kicks, camera, and bad ass mittens. The following is my plan. Procure transportation of the motorized nature to downtown Brooklyn, as close to the bridge as possible. Next, advance over the bridge via bipedal locomotion. Lastly, arrive in downtown Manhattan and either via trusty kicks or cab arrive at work safely and unharmed.
Thank you Mr. Toussaint.
Bravo Mr. Kalikow.
Good morning New York.
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