Some birthdays are better than others. I’ve been anticipating my 45th birthday for an entire year, or since I turned 44. There is something about the 5’s and the 0’s that seem all the more traumatic than the other numbers in between. So it happened. Sad as it sounds, it was a crappy Tuesday that didn’t even come close to birthday material. It was just an ordinary day that went sour. Yuck.
After I tossed the Global Positioning System out the window onto the Bronx River Parkway, I called Mikestar who sat on Google Maps and navigated for more than an hour until I found the yellow brick road also known as Third Avenue, to get back into Oz.
Once in Harlem, the streets return to a grid for the most part, and one does not need a degree in urban planning to travel by vehicle. This I found, is untrue in the Bronx.
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