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Winter Storm Coming & about Driving in One

Trucking through a snowstorm on the Tappan Zee Bridge (not the same day) /©

Trucking through a snowstorm on the Tappan Zee Bridge (not the same day) /©

As of 3, tractor trailers and buses are banned from the 570-mile Thruway system and most interstate highways. Exceptions are I-95 in Westchester and Bronx counties. This means its 809 bridges, 118 interchanges, 11 toll barriers, and 27 service areas.

I’ve not driven on the new bridge during a snowstorm yet and don’t plan to yet.

About five winters ago I covered school board meetings in one of the Rivertowns. I usually took local roads west to Route 9 (Broadway), made a right turn and drove north to the school. One night after a meeting we walked back to find our cars covered in snow falling faster than I could count snowflakes. I was scared.

The car I’ve been driving for more than 20 years has seen me safely through both snowstorms and rainstorms (the kind where you put the windshield wipers on the fastest speed because the rain is coming down so fast that the regular speed isn’t fast enough).

Dad told me never to start the car and then get out to clean the windows because gosh forbid it shifts into gear. So after I cleared the windows, and did them again because it was snowing so hard, I started the car and turned on the wipers and the defroster.

As the car was warming up I was figuring out the safest way to drive home. And that very night I hoped there were lots of trucks on the highway.

If you know where Irvington is, then you know it’s nowhere near the interstate. Driving home on the same local road with its hills, hidden turns and sporadic lighting, although most direct, would be asking for trouble in that treacherous weather.

Instead, I headed north on Route 9 (Broadway) to Tarrytown and turned onto the Thruway, which fed into I-287. And I wasn’t disappointed! Plenty of trucks on the road that night to make tire indentations in the snow for drivers like me who had no business driving that night. Except for that school board meeting.

Got home safely. Forget that I was gripping the wheel and praying.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2019

TBT: Signs of the Changing Times and Bridges

Can a person be in two places at the same time?

Remember this sign? Haven’t seen a similar one on the new bridge yet.

Figured out this directs traffic when pointed in the other direction/ © J Rosman 2015

Wonder if there will be a similar arrow on the new spans.

Westbound on the Tappan Zee Bridge, circa July 2008/Courtesy of Ian C. Ligget

And above is the view I’ll miss the most . . .

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2018

Mom and Dad and Thanksgiving Day Thoughts

Mom’s been home three months; five years ago on this holiday, I called 911 to take dad to the closest hospital’s ER. I lost my dad three months later.

Some years his birthday fell on Thanksgiving Day. That year, it was two days prior.

Mom’s physical therapist has been working on leg and arm strength and standing; her goal is to ride across the new spans, which means safely transferring from a wheelchair to my car and back to the wheelchair.

More realistic and doable is a trip across the spans via ambulette and then wheeling her to the viewing area at Memorial Park (photo courtesy of New York State Thruway Authority). I’m aiming for next spring as it’s too chilly now.

She can’t wait. Neither can I!

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2018

Shared Use Path Construction and Mom Thoughts

Here’s what I saw yesterday on the Westchester approach span en route to Nyack, where I walked and then stopped and then stopped into the Outreach Center. Its windows are decorated with blue sneakers that I thought represent the river. The young man at the desk said they represent the under-construction path on the westbound span.

It took me endless hours to write because I wanted it to be perfect until one friend said, “You only need to make it real, honest and raw.” Tonight I venture there again, this time with a post about mom and the shared use path now I glimpsed after the lane switches last week.

I’d been writing about how mom wants to see the new bridge and the path, and how she’d love to view the Hudson Valley and the lighthouse and the mountains. Today I learned that might not happen as the prognosis for mom walking again is not good. Something happened to her while I was home recuperating from hip joint replacement surgery, during which time I was unable to drive and visit her. She told me someone pushed her wheelchair so her right knee buckled under her; it’s pained her since.

Worse yet, one of the aides from an agency we no longer use dropped mom while transferring her from her bed to her wheelchair, resulting in a visit by EMS and a day at a local hospital’s emergency room.

My heart is heavy. I so wanted mom to see the results of what we watched being built (above photo from February 2017) every time we drove to Memorial Park in Nyack or to one of the stores in West Nyack. It was a treat for her, a day trip, and I wish I could turn back the clock.

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One of the overlook renderings included a person in a wheelchair (see last image above); however, the rendering was changed. See the difference between that and the photo below? Someone changed it? Why?

The above rendering is the first you see in this presentation. I’ve written about lack of shade on the path and the overlooks; perhaps the final designs will offer more protection from the sun.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2018

Greeted by Nature Today at the Perfect Time

The Esposito Trail was sunny and empty save for the occasional bicyclist or person walking a dog. We politely smiled at one another as we passed, I with shoes and a jacket and a camera, they with shorts, tee shirts and sneakers. Not longer after I began walking I saw a black bird that posed for me, a contrast with the Thruway’s background traffic noise.

Even more remarkable was the white butterfly that gracefully flitted around me. I said, “Hi, daddy,” as I always do when nature comes near me, then asked it to please stop so I could take its picture. To my amazement, it glided gently to the ground in front of me and folded its wings, and after I clicked the camera button it flitted around me again before flying away.

I miss my dad so much it hurts at times. Tomorrow will be four and one-half-years to the day he left us. The word is died; that’s hard to say and even more painful to write. Today’s walk was peaceful even as I passed trees marked with orange dots and wooden posts tied with what looked like pink plastic and that had letters and numbers written on them.

Several trees on the South Nyack side (not the Thruway side) were down, and the fact that others were marked indicated what was to come. People walked in the middle of the path as I did, moving to the right when we approached each other from opposite directions.

To reiterate how I felt last year and still do, it’s hard for me to imagine what it will be like walking the trail, which will remain cinder, once the new path is built.

I’d like to know what you think.

Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2018

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