Saturday, March 22, 2008

304 days, 11 hours, 2 minutes, 3.1 seconds

The day after Good Friday.

What’s so good?

A few years ago, driving to Queens to teach, she got trapped behind a Good Friday parade on Third Ave. All the side streets were closed off. This was before she had a cell phone, so she pulled over at two pay phones and called the senior center, asking them to tell people she was on her way, caught behind some stupid parade, to please wait.

Her husband says it wasn’t a parade, it was the Stations of the Cross.