The Little Things, to start.
I take the Q train to and from work when it’s raining. When it crosses the Manhattan bridge on its way to Brooklyn you can see a clear view of the FDR. Tonight I saw the president elect’s motorcade zipping smoothly southbound and thought about how odd a New York City resident president will be.
Hope for a different outcome now faded, I’m interested only in the path forward. Protecting my family and friends, and the majority of Americans who voted for someone else.
I thought in that moment on the bridge about how inconvenient a New York City president would be for city residents. The road closures, and cordoned blocks. The airport delays and the barriers to-be around midtown.
Then I thought about New York City and all of us who voted for someone else and how inconvenient we can be. And then I slipped in to a grin.