Saturday, September 20, 2014
I was reading an article in the NY Daily News about a woman who is near death after being hit by a "speed demon" on a $4,000 bicycle in Central Park. At first her name didn't mean anything to me, but then I realized that Jill Tarlov is the daughter of my late father's late first cousin, Malcolm Tarlov from Norwalk.
I probably have not seen Jill in more than 50 years and probably would have gone the rest of my life without thinking of her. It's sad to be reminded of relatives when they are dead or nearly dead.
If you have old friends and relatives whom you don't hate but have not spoken to in a long time, get in touch. You may not have another chance.
Apparently there are no speed limits for bicycles in NYC. There should be.
From Australian News.com.au:
>>Police sources said it’s common for athletic cyclists to pedal in the car lanes, enabling them to travel faster.
Local residents have long complained at Central Park Precinct Community Council meetings that the cyclists are a danger.<<
Update: Jill died.