Typical. Just as a new skill is acquired, the need for that skill is removed. In this case, the skill was navigating the streets and avenues to avoid traffic jams, and success was mine. This morning we left the house just before eight, picked up a friend and one stranger to make our quota of four, navigated over the bridge and downtown. My passengers were dispatched and the car in the garage just after nine. Traffic was, in fact, pretty much not bad after some trouble spots were identified in the previous days.
With transit workers seemingly going back to work, these new skills are for naught. Add this to the fact that we will be out of town as of tomorrow morning and this brief episode will just be a fading memory soon. All the drama and the hype were easily composed human-interest stories in the press. Perhaps in retrospect, some analysis will be done as to how the situation was able to devolve to a strike.
In celebration of the trains restarting though, we certainly hope that everyone will don their white furs and panties to celebrate. Although we'll be in a car heading for someplace called Virginia (yes, there is a Santa Claus), we'll try to dress as close to same as possible.
