Making Tracks

The view from a legitimate parking spot at the 7-Eleven on Victory Boulevard on Staten Island. Somebody took a short cut--between stop sign and telephone pole. My forensic skills are not good enough to say whether it was on the way to or coming from getting their Big Gulp. Another job for the boys in the Research Bureau!

Time Travel

The electronic message boards on the BQE are usually accurate about traffic delays. But they don't always get it right. This message on the westbound side appears after the Queens Boulevard exit.

Sparkling Ice

Plenty of ice. Not so much sparkle.

Gimme Seltzer

Was it Socrates who said, "The uncarbonated life is not worth living"? You could look it up. Indisputably, one of the reasons to live within a 30-50 mile radius of New York City is the ready availability of seltzer. Beyond that lies a wasteland of sugary sodas and energy drinks.

I was sitting in a cafe on the corner of 32nd St. and Fifth Ave. yesterday, a bitterly cold day. I watched as the poor guy with the cart hit the curb, and a half-case of Canada Dry seltzer cans spilled out. He reboxed them and was on his way. Somebody is going to open one of those cans.... That's show business....

For more seltzer, have a look at Seltzer Works, Jessica Edward's short documentary about Gomberg Seltzer Works in Canarsie, the last old school New York City seltzer maker.

Greenish Man Group

The MTA's etiquette campaign is underway. The color coding is clear. Good people are green, like the nice man offering his seat to the pregnant lady. (The gray guy with a tie looks a bit embarrassed, don't you think?)

Bad people are red, like the dude spreading his legs. (Again, the gray guy with the tie serves as witness.) And MTA employs are blue. But how do you depict someone who's not feeling well?

Without making other passengers feel the same way? So just remember:

Be green.
Don't be red.
Trust blue.
Most of us are gray.
Hope you never feel greenish.

Orange Gray Day

The Staten Island Ferry approaches the St. George terminal. The Verrazano Narrows Bridge is barely discernible through the sleet.

Bridges on the Brain

I just finished watching the first season of The Bridge (Broen, Bron), the fine Danish-Swedish police drama. The joint investigation is initiated by the discovery of a body at the exact midpoint of the Øresund bridge, which connects Malmo, Sweden, and Copenhagen. The crime is grisly, the bridge beautiful. I didn't realize until the final episode that it carries not only four lanes of traffic but also a double track for InterCity express trains.

Even as we speak, the boys in the Research Bureau are cooking up a scheme for a light rail system that would course above the BQE and connect LaGuardia Airport, the Jackson Heights MTA station--crossing the new bi-level Kosciuszko Bridge--downtown Brooklyn, Sunset Park (easy-on-easy-off for banh mi), and--taking advantage of a retrofit of Verrazano Narrows Bridge--the College of Staten Island (instantly making it the most desirable CUNY campus).

Of course, if I had Saga Norén's, the Swedish detective's, yellow Porsche, I might still prefer to drive.