Sunday, November 4, 2012
I walked from 36th to Butler on Fourth. Most gas stations were open, but with long lines of cars & pedestrians. Police were present, and the queues seemed quiet. At one station, firemen were filling up gas cans. Around the corner on Sackett, a first responder (sanitation) told me he wasn't considered a priority customer & was finding it impossible to find fuel. According to him, a lot of retired cops were jumping the lines. Over in Red Hook, his mother's house, that had been in the family for generations, was ruined. They might as well tear it down, he said.
On Fifth, there were the usual Sunday lines for brunch. And the usual signs of self-absorption. Behind me as I walked, one woman complained that she hadn't had nearly enough hollandaise with her eggs. A cafe board declared an outage of pumpkin spices (a triple exclamation hardship). At Washington Park, a cluster of mothers was petitioning (Leave Our Zone Alone) against proposed changes to the 321 district, which would jeopardize their children's education, and, perhaps more importantly, have negative effects on property investment.