: About Me

The man ahead of me stopped. He was smart. He saved his life. He turned his bike around and went back the way he came. I had lived in Russia and so I thought"screw it"and went in the tunnel under the Henry Hudson Parkway. Near the Hudson River I walked alone on a cold evening in Manhattan. I was surprised how quickly it got dark in January. I grew up in the Midwest and did not want to be a knee-jerk who feared a man standing for utterly no reason in the middle of a tunnel in the dark. He stood in a tan knee-length leather coat with a belt that was cinched around his waist, lifting his bell...