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A way to set the past to rest and move toward the sun-splattered path up ahead.

Friday, December 23, 2005


Tuesday, December 20 the Transit Workers of New York went on strike. I believe I was stunned into immobility. I realized that I wouldn't be able to walk from my house to the bridge.














For three days the Union and the Metropolitan Transit Authority wrangled. Hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers, day and night, walked, biked, car pooled from their homes to Manhattan--the hub of the workforce.




Posted by Zoe, ontheroad at 10:08 PM

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