All of a sudden I discovered myself on Occasions Sq. …seeing with my harmless road-eyes absolutely the insanity and unbelievable hoorair of New York with its hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands hustling eternally for a buck amongst themselves, the mad dream — grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, simply so that they could possibly be buried in these terrible cemetery cities past Lengthy Island Metropolis. Jack Kerouac.
At 11 final Friday evening, I discovered myself on Occasions Sq. after a harrowing, howling mad trip by town in quest of the Holy Grail: A parking spot.
The Large Apple. The Metropolis That By no means Sleeps.
Right here I used to be, for the primary time in my life, in New York Metropolis. A rustic mouse.
The journey got here courtesy of a Father’s Day reward from Jenna and her mother, Pam. Three tickets to a Yankees recreation, in Yankee Stadium. Wow.
My son Alex, a rabid Yankees fan, and pal Todd, who is aware of as a lot about baseball as I do about mathematical physics, accompanied me.
Todd drove, a 2005 Hyundai Elantra, his beater automotive with no air con.
We left round three p.m. Friday and arrived at our motel in New Jersey close to the George Washington Bridge about 9.
“Let’s go downtown,” I mentioned.
Todd was in. Alex, who’s 20, mentioned nothing however the look of worry on his face mentioned all of it: He wished no a part of downtown New York Metropolis.
He had no selection. I left the room and requested the motel supervisor what’s one of the simplest ways to get to Manhattan.
“Oh. Drive. It’s straightforward,” he mentioned in his Indian accent. “You are taking 9 and keep to the left all the way in which.”
Loads of parking this time of evening and it’s free, he mentioned.
“And never numerous visitors,” he added.
I noticed no smirk on his face so I believed him.
Todd, who already drove six hours to get right here, was behind…