I’ve long suspected that most cars permanently inhabit the best parking spaces in Manhattan — their owners wary to leave them for fear of giving up that spot. But every now and then you get that spot. In my case, it’s through the intercession of St. Martin de Porres, who likes to make sure this altar-server makes it to St. Agnes next to Grand Central every Sunday with time to spare.
I had no idea you owned a mechanical Jacobin?
I always imagined a benefit of living in Manhattan was that one need not own an automobile. (Or “bionic roach” as the late Guy Davenport so memorably called them.)
I live in Westchester, not Manhattan, but I am broke so I can’t afford the train journey — $13 round trip these days, and that’s only off-peak.
There are no parking fees on Sundays, so if I drive in and can find a spot, it’s free, and I can save my pennies.
Here’s to hoping you find gainful employment soon — & that your car doesn’t break down!
ANDREW CUSACK. I’M READING YOUR BLOG.