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Metropolitan Diary: Beneath a bridge |
There we were: two young women in a car, lost in the streets beneath a Manhattan bridge and trying to find an on ramp. This was years before GPS, which would have made figuring out where we wanted to go a cinch. |
We spotted a woman whose small shape seemed to form a question mark weighted down by the sacks of whatever it was she was hauling. She was walking alone and looked a bit worn and tired. |
We pulled up alongside her. |
“Excuse me,” I said. “Can you direct us to the entrance of the bridge?” |
“Sure,” she said. “You go and you go and you go until you smell the doughnuts and then you’ll see the entrance ramp.” |
We thanked her and chuckled at the absurd response, but we decided to heed the advice anyway. |
We drove along, windows down, until we did indeed smell doughnuts. And, yes, the entrance to the bridge was straight ahead. |
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