PBS and BAFTA are hosting an
event around a new documentary on The Dave Clark Five. I sign up.
It’s enjoyable and nostalgic. Afterwards, Dave Clark is interviewed. He’s impressive and an astute
businessman. He is one of the few musicians
who retained the rights of the group’s master recordings.
I leave and it is raining. I do something I rarely do, hail
a cab.
I’m lost in thought,
thinking about my younger self, practicing dance steps with Marcie in my
parent’s finished basement, while listening to 45’s. I look up to see that the driver has bypassed
my street.
He apologizes, and then
tells me that he’ll turn the meter off for one block between avenues, “which is
the equivalent of four street-blocks.” ”t’s
not. It’s the equivalent of two blocks,” I confidently tell him. I even add, “I’ve timed it in a car, and I’m a
runner.” (I think the former may be true
and the latter was true once, over 20 years ago.) He is not convinced. “I’ve been driving for 13 years. I know it’s four blocks, not two,” he responds. I am positive he’s wrong. He then offers to
bet me $100. I think about taking his
offer but then quickly run through the logistics of how this would play
out. I’d have to get his contact info,
find the proof, somehow communicate it to him, and then what? Do I really think he’s going to meet me and
fork over $100?
I tell him no thanks. Get out of the cab, no longer back in the
60’s. I come home and just out of curiosity, google walking distances in New York City.
I find this from The New York
Times:
The distance
between cross street blocks (north-south) are 200 feet apart (with
exactly 20
blocks per mile). The distance between avenues (east-west) varies from
about
650 ft to over 900 ft.
Wow. I’m glad the logistics got in the way of my
betting. But on the positive side, I
walk further than I think I do.
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