In search of the most serene walk in Brooklyn. @TunkuV @HooverInst @ WSJOpinion

May 21, 03:44 AM
Image:  Red Hook circa 1875

Tunku Varadarajan, editor-in-chief of Hoover's in-house publication, “Defining Ideas”; in re: With his wife in search of a street in Brooklyn they call a White Whale.  Brooklyn has a high mortality rate, but it’s not as gloomy as it was under the harsh sirens day and night. We’ve learned how to adapt.  Walking in Brooklyn with my wife was most agreeable.  We keep distance from others and walk early in the morning, along with the elderly. Around noon, parents with young children tied of being cooped up, who tend to be unmasked and veer their tricycles in all directions. We live near Red Hook; beautiful architecture, and filled with abandoned factories.  Risks: joggers, the worst. They tend not to wear masks (“requires access to air”); they sweat, breathe heavily, and have a high moral self-regard, being better than other life-forms. They expect others to move out of the way.  I’ve grown to hate them.  Also, meeting people on a too-narrow sidewalk. Tunku’s son was shooshed away, at fifteen feet, by a couple holding hands who found him inconvenient.  Couple’s paranoia.  You were looking for a White Whale—an empty street, where my wife and I can walk right down the middle, where we can breathe. We tend to find them in Red Hook, and not much the Brooklyn Heights promenade or park. I pray for rain, when I enjoy walking.  Never have I loved rain as much as now.