Peace and the BQE

Waking up to news of the London bomb attacks makes my heart shudder. We know what that is, to feel utter terror and the surreality of daily life disrupted by smoke and screams. We in New York feel the terror with you. I do, at least. And I send whatever kind of solidarity is possible out into this ether.

I drove the stopped-up BQE this morning in a commuter-traffic haze. Maybe it won’t get better—the fear and the crowds—but at least we are all in it together. Kinda.