In the Before Times, that free-wheeling maskless epoch now so inconsolably long ago, the switch between Hoyt and Hoyt-Schermerhorn was as easy as breathing oxygen. Anybody who lives off the 2 line in Brooklyn knows that the easiest way to get there is through one simple transfer move. There was a place in Queens that I needed to be at. I learned yesterday that the pandemic has destroyed this essential part of me. My heart flows with a great hunger to investigate every nook and cranny of any neighborhood I live in. I’ve always felt wanderlust was something vital that binded you to a community. I once got into trouble when a neighbor ratted me out after discovering that I had high-tailed it six miles away. A few years later, I would sneak out of the house and spend the entire day bicycling to areas on the map that I was curious about. I had calculated the shortcuts that got you to your destinations faster. But I had traced the clover leaves and followed the construction of new freeways with my little fingers. My mother was someone who could get easily lost. I asked my mother to order more free maps from AAA and I scooped up these new geographical sectors with relish, happily adding these fresh streets to the spatial depository of my ravening mind. There was a large map of Santa Clara County hanging on my bedroom wall and I memorized all the streets to pass the time. The seeds for this sense of direction were planted when I was four years old. Even without GPS, I can usually drive my way to where I need to be. My friends know me as someone who can easily locate some recherche venue in a city I’ve just set foot into for the first time. A Clockwork Orange (Modern Library #65).The Catcher in the Rye (Modern Library #64).Henry Kissinger, One of the Most Evil Men in America and Noted War Criminal, Finally Drops Dead.James Joyce (Modern Library Nonfiction #73).
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