Wednesday,
August 10, 2016
Thunderstorms
are predicted for today when I know for certain I will have to be outside in a
space so wide open I’ll be among the tallest things on the horizon.
We live
in uncomfortable times with questionable choices, not just which candidate to
vote in as president, but in the every day things that make life bearable,
whether to bring a rain coat, an umbrella or body armor.
Trump’s
comments about the Second Amendment yesterday incited a near riot among Clinton supporters, when he told his audience Clinton would kill off
the Second Amendment if allowed to appoint Supreme Court justices and that
Second Amendment supporters had no options to stop her – or maybe they did.
These
days, I take the light rail since the second stop is only two blocks from my
house and the trip to Bayonne
takes roughly the same amount of time as when I drove.
While I
could have used this mode of transportation sooner, it was not practical while
I worked a beat in Bayonne , or while I still
lived in Jersey City .
I would have had to drive or walk to the 9th street station and
getting on the light rail at 9th Street is a nightmare, since it is
the primary stop for the upperly mobile in their journey wall street or the
jersey city waterfront – making mockery of the old comparison of sardines
pressed together.
While I still have to deal with these sardines, moving to45th Street in Union City allows me to access the line long before the
hordes of greedy do, and thus guarantee myself a seat all the way through Hoboken and Jersey
City . I get off at Liberty
State Park for the change to the Bayonne train.
While I still have to deal with these sardines, moving to
I also
discovered that with the exception of Journal
Square , I can access nearly every place I need to
cover for the newspaper, and thus do not have to suffer the indignity of
finding a park spot or getting a ticket when I overstay my welcome in some posh
neighborhood downtown.
This
trip reminds me of those days in the early 1970s when I took a bus to work and
back each day, traveling from Montclair to Fairfield and back, a regular
commuter who had not yet become addicted to the convenience of a car.
I guess
I’m not too old to learn a new trick especially when it really is an old trick
re-imagined.
Over the
last few weeks I have been scanning my old novel manuscripts and journals,
traveling back in time to those days when I was far less confident that my life
would turn out well.
While
some of these journals were typewritten or done on Atari computer, most are
handwritten, and in re-keying these I am forced to relive some of the most
painful moments of my life, and the lessons learned.
I read
Faulkner on the light rail and have come to realize how much I owe him for my
vision and how I write. I keep thinking of the professor who once compared me
to Faulkner, but only now begin to understand why – style if not content.
Today,
I’ll take a slightly different route, journeying to a park off the Garfield Avenue
station, a place so flat you can actually see the sky, and the approach of
storms. Today, I wait for the thunder and lightning, just we all wait for the
outcome of an election in which we all are losers irregardless of who wins – Clinton painting Trump as
some kind of monster, and the media falling into lock step behind her.
There is
no truth in such storms, only a lot of wind, lightning, and illusion.
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