Escape from Manhattan

Last year I learned that, during the holidays, leaving New York's never easy. This year, it's downright difficult.

The significance of the strike was made clear to me today, while I, the intern, was griping about waiting in the cold for a hopsital shuttle that was running late.

A cardiology fellow was standing with me. He'd begun his commute well before me, and had budgeted the entire afternoon to get to the hospital.

"Why so much time? I think they'll understand if you're running late," I offered.

"If anyone has an ST-elevation MI tonight, and I'm not there..." His words trailed off.

We both stared down the avenue, searching for a sign of the approaching shuttle bus.