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Sunday, November 4, 2012
Gas lines
I went for a walk this afternoon, just around the neighborhood, wanting to pretend for a while that it was just another Sunday.
There was a block-long line to the Hess station on 44th Street, but it seemed like a good sign that they were open and filling 'er up, even if there was a wait. Then I looked downtown as I crossed the street.
Another block-long line. And beyond that, another. The cops were sending motorists who tried to cut in back to 38th Street, so the line was at least six blocks long. And a second line on 44th Street stretched all the way to the river.
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