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WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND I overslept. It doesn’t happen to me very often. But, today it did. I was supposed to meet Newsday Reporter Bob Keeler at a synagogue in Great Neck at 8 AM to do a story on a woman rabbi who was giving instruction on Jewish life to nursery school teachers from various synagogues in the area. Great Neck is at least an hour from my apartment if there is no traffic. Expecting no traffic on the Long Island Expressway between 6 AM and 9 AM is like expecting to have printable negatives when you have underexposed your film by four stops. I managed to shave without cutting my throat and I dumped the coffee out of the coffee maker into a thermal cup along with some creamer. I grabbed a chocolate frosted donut to eat in the car and tore up Deer Park Ave. to the Southern State Parkway. Traffic moved fairly well as I headed west at about 7:35 AM, but no way was I gonna be there by 8. Twenty minutes later, I fell in line at the merge from the Southern State Parkway to the Meadowbrook Parkway which would take me north to the Long Island Expressway. Traffic at the merge was stopped dead. One of my pet peeves is the fact that I am a wonderful driver. Experienced and tactful drivers like me who need to go north on the Meadowbrook will stay in the right lane and ease into the cutoff even though that lane is stop and go for almost a mile. The rest of the world will stay in the faster center lane and pass all of us “good” drivers who are stalled in the right lane. Then, just as they get to the end of the cut off, they will cut into our lane which means us good guys will have been delayed even further. I hate that. If I had a gun, I would shoot them. Yes...well maybe I would shoot out their tires. Is that considered road rage? I call it justice. Anyway, I radioed the office to ask the day Photo Editor if he could phone the synagogue to see if they could hold the people for awhile if I didn't get there in time. The answer was, “I’m busy now. You’ll get there when you get there.” OK. It’s my fault that I’m late. I have to take the responsibility for that. I struggled up the Meadowbrook and gave up on the Long Island Expressway when I saw the overhead traffic message signs saying that the E-Way was backed up for 6 exits in the area that I had to transverse. Shit! I swung onto the Northern State Parkway which parallels the E-Way and that seemed to be moving. I got off at Lakeville Road only to find one lane closed due to construction. Oh Lord! It was after 8:30 AM when I pulled into the Synagogue’s parking lot. I grabbed my camera bag and tripod and ran into the building. Reporter Bob Keeler ran out to greet me. He had a strange smile on his face. “Damn, Kraus. I knew that if I waited long enough, I would have my chance to get back at you. You’re late and I’m not.” Cripes. If you’re in this business as long as I have been, what goes around, comes around. If you want to know what this is all about, click on this url and read the journal I wrote
last year about how Bob Keeler was late and I wasn't. The son of a
bitch has been lurking all this time for his chance to get even. Rabbi Shelley Kniaz (2nd from right) dances with some of the nursery school teachers who have just complete a course she gave to increase Jewish knowledge. |
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