This just in. A moving story from last year’s transit strike.

 I will always remember the transit strike from last year.  I was still living in San Francisco
and I got a call from my mom saying that my dad was in the hospital
getting prepped for triple bypass surgery. They were in "the city" and
because of the transit strike, they had to walk from Penn Station to
their evening activities – the theater, the restaurant. My dad was
quietly not feeling well but went along with the evening. He stopped
for some tums along the way. After the play, he told my mom that he’d
like to take a cab back to Penn Station. My mom, ever-thrifty, said,
"You know it’s $10 a person because of the strike?" He said, "I don’t
care." Knowing something was completely out of whack, she then asked
him if he’d rather go to the emergency room and he said yes. The
doctors said if he went home that night, there’s no telling whether he
would have survived the night.

So, in conclusion, because of the transit strike, my father’s heart
was under just enough strain to get it checked out but not enough to
send him into a full blown heart attack. His surgery on December 24th
was successful. He now feels like he has a new birthday on Christmas
which gives my family of Jews a real reason to celebrate!