I had to go from the West Side to a meeting downtown, so the kid and I headed over to the B train at 72nd Street. B is for BIG mistake. Turns out someone had been shot on the corner by the subway station, and the place was crawling, swarming with news crews, cops, and tons of spectators. I mean like a thousand, all milling about and craning to see what had happened. Twenty Five Years Ago.
And to top it all off, there was only one stairway to the train open, and people just kept coming. I had to bounce the kid down the stairs because the Bugaboo-on-hip move was NOT gonna work.
If they weren't from Wal-Mart, I'd recommend everyone go buy some John Lennon disposable diapers and start filling them up in the singer's memory. [??]