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Started 3/30/22 by gunter; 12760 views.
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From: gunter

Sep-22

New York, New York

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From: gunter

Sep-25

Accidents Happen

If events happen in threes I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Yesterday around noon I hear a loud squeal and crash coming from Second Avenue, sirens shortly thereafter. By the time I pass several EMTs are working on people strapped down to prevent spine movement. Somehow, in mid block, one sedan plowed into another, ending up broadside to traffic.

Today , same time, a block further north, a familiar squeal and crunch. A ConEd truck driver, no doubt proud of himself for having gotten his truck into a legal parking space, throws open his door into passing traffic, in the process wiping out the door and the entire right side of a taxi. Luckily there were no passengers.

Reminds me of the days when I worked cars and some of my more spectacular accidents, used to have one every six months, needed or not. I suppose one of the best can be told truthfully now, much time having passed.

I picked up a brand new Cougar at a railhead in New Jersey, eight miles on the odometer, destination Kennedy Airport. About 20 miles or so down the road on the BQE, traffic opens up. I decide to check out low gear (it was an automatic) and somehow slam it into Reverse? instead. The car bucks and spins down the road I don't know how many times, then goes airborne and lands on top of the center divider.

My foreman eventually makes his way through the traffic jam, I hop into the van for the next job, leaving the car for a tow truck, on the way filling out the accident report: the car had an obvious factory defect since it had only 25 miles on it when the transmission failed.

then there was a time I had just gotten a tuna sandwich ...

and the time a semi was in a hurry making a turn while I was beating a yellow light ...

and the time the engine went up in smoke. I left the car on the side of the road next to a wheat field during a dry spell ...

8/2/02

  • Edited October 17, 2022 10:13 pm  by  gunter
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From: gunter

Sep-28

New York, New York

Times Square Reflections

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From: gunter

Oct-2

One of my co-workers was an elderly woman, Mrs Washington. I do this only to keep busy, she said. We would give her a key, point to the car, tell her where it was needed, then quickly get out of her way. She'd be there at the destination, patiently waiting for the rest of the crew to catch up.

Once we had to refuel our cars at a local gas station. While being fueled she heard a gas cap door snap shut, thought it was hers and took off, ripping the hose and spewing gas all over.

There was a fire.

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On I684

Okay, I admit it, it wasn't nice ... but he challenged me when I passed him! He speeded up, I sped up, raced him up the hill where I took my foot off the gas. He sails past me, triumphant, right past the State Trooper hiding in the bushes where I knew he always hid.

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From: gunter

Oct-5

New York, New York

Hi Ho Hi Ho Off to work we go.

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From: gunter

Oct-9

Cancers

I'm heading west, crossing Broadway, stop at the light next to a group of 15 or 16 year old boys in heated argument. One turns to me: 'Excuse me. Mind if I ask you a question?'

Sure I say, expecting to give direction to Washington Square or Alphabet City.

'Is testicular cancer the same as prostate cancer?'

ooomph. mmm, uh, I don't think so? The prostate is a gland, a different gland than testicles .... mmm ... you know the mmm balls. I can't believe I making ball gestures to a bunch of teens on the corner of Broadway. There's a triumphant 'see, I told you' from the kid with the question. "I was right!'

just then the light changes and I continue west ...

031903

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From: gunter

Oct-11

New York, New York

Street Theater

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From: gunter

Oct-16

White Slippers

Mariko Mori's waveUFO landed in the huge atrium on the corner of 56th and Madison where it shimmers amid three-story high bamboo. We take off our shoes while attendants all in white glide by, handing out small white slippers with rubber ridges, paste electrodes to our heads and lead us up clear plastic steps into the pod to nestle in contoured innards where our brainwaves combine to produce a lightshow from rhythmic pulsing alpha, beta and theta waves.

Still deep in reveries on the bus back home, a woman seated right behind me gets on her phone, calls an operator and demands a number in Connecticut, getting louder with each sentence. People are beginning to make faces. "I'm calling from New York" she shouts. I turn and shout a bit louder "She's calling from New York!" I was planning to add more to make sure it covered the distance to Connecticut, but she broke into a series of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It's drizzly today, I like drizzly, the walk from the bus gets me back into the lightshow, I notice there is a bit extra spring in my step? That's nice I'm thinking.

Back home I take off my shoes and there are those small white slippers with bouncy rubber ridges.

052103

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Now that rang a bell. I've been wondering what was there in that aging plastic bag in the back of my sock drawer!

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From: gunter

Oct-19

Halloween soon ...

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From: gunter

Oct-23

Park Avenue Corners - 42th to 34th Street

  • Edited October 25, 2022 4:21 pm  by  gunter
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