It’s not like I’m crazy for the big footrace that is the NYC Marathon as it has disrupted my 1st Sunday in November for about 50 years.
Let me explain.
I moved to the other side of the race’s course in 1974. On the day of the Marathon, I am confined to staying east of its long, long path. That confinement lasts from appx 10 am until 4 or 5 pm.
The closest to normal for me is to walk along the east side of 1st Av, avoiding crowds. I can walk past the 59th Street Bridge and start across town there.
Busses did not run down York for many a year; perhaps because their terminus is at 91st and 1st. I am not sure why I was able to get one once; call it a fluke.
This year, I watched the festive firework display as runners gather in the Park. My perch was my window overlooking rooftops and clear to the site.
I also captured the smoke as the show ended.
That was fun.
All The Best 