Today is the beginnging of the second day of the transit strike. I realized at some point yesterday how New York can skew your perspective on the rest of the country. Half the day had gone by before I realized that in Chicago, in St. Louis, in Kalamazoo, life was moving as usual. Of course, I knew this, but to know something and to know something are two different things.
Strangely, in my mind, I had shut down the movement of the whole country. I suppose between the man-on-the-street madness of New York 1, our city's 24-hour local news channel, and front page stories in all the papers that were laying on the counter at the diner where I had lunch -- The New York Times, USA Today, The Washington Post, and severeal smaller local papers -- I had somehow convinced myself that no one could get to work.