DC to NY

On Monday, Sam, Medea, and I make the trip from DC up to NYC, which quickly becomes quite an adventure, when a huge snow storm breaks out. We keep switching our immediate attentions between trying to get visibility out of the windshield (which we must do manually since the wiper fluid is frozen) and trying not to get in a car crash in the middle of the traffic, and discussing plans for a national guard proposal. And finally, after many hours, we reach New York, where we weave our way through Brooklyn’s neighborhoods, which change after several blocks as if we are horizontally traversing a rainbow, each stripe a territory full of its own colorful spirit. We stay in a hotel near the airport, and Medea departs for the World Social Forum in Brazil while we take off for Dreamland.