BLESS WEEKEND (don't go to Rockaway)

A.M.

My baby Pat Kiernan told me this morning that, at some instersection or other in Manhattan (I missed a bit of the segment), the City is trying out a set of those goofy countdown pedestrian signs. I think they're fine for other cities, like Baltimore or Philadelphia...or Providence. But Here in New York City (particularly in the Grid of Manhattan) I feel as if they might permanently alter the way walking is done, the strange and unstudied discourse between pedestrians and drivers and corners and crosswalks. There is a luck and a magic and a hilariously inexact science to being a pedestrian here. Forgive me for this hard-line, old-fashioned take, but I like it how it is.