I drove from gloomy, gray Norwalk to meet my friend Ira at Tazza Café. Lunch was avocado toast and coffee, which was very good. We talked for over an hour and a half.
The weather refused to cheer up, still dark and moody. I headed to Stepping Stones, and just as I walked up, the sun suddenly appeared, as if it had been eavesdropping. Five minutes later it started raining sideways, and the wind showed up ready to blow stuff around.
Next stop: Staten Island. My GPS suggested a route through the Bronx, Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn, then Staten Island. No friggin’ way on a Friday afternoon. Instead, I took the scenic rebellion route, the Saw Mill Parkway, the Palisades Parkway, then onto the Turnpike and finally the Staten Island Expressway. I still hit traffic on the turnpike.
I made it just in time to dodge a small army of trick-or-treaters. Staten Island was alive with costumes, candy, and chaos. I’ll be here for a bit before heading to New Jersey to see friends. Unless something wild happens, this might be where my travel tales take a bow.
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