Up a hill, both ways...

As the city seems less and less likely to come to an agreement with the TWU, I am anticipating (with some trepidation) the adventure that this coming Friday might bring.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that I am looking forward to the transit strike, but I'm definitely excited about the stories that I'll be able to tell as a result. As much as I like to complain (particularly about the weather) I really do enjoy this whole "roughing it" element that is always associated with these types of situations. Whenever there is a disaster, some demented element of my personality switches on, and I just go all out to make it to my destination. The blackout of 2003 and the multiple snowstorms of the past few years are some good examples. When everybody else calls in a vacation day (puny weaklings) I find my jeans, a pair of sensible shoes, and several LLBean sweaters, and I'm ready to hike my way up the West Side Highway.

It's not that I want to walk 80 city blocks in freezing temperature, but when I do it, I have this tremendous sense of accomplishment, and a good reserve of bragging rights (even if nobody else made it in to partake in my glory).

So, I'm not sure what will happen on Friday (probably nothing, actually). But, if I can somehow get as far as 34th street on the west side, I'll definitely be able to walk the rest of the way to Columbia.