Charlie explains why he didn’t arrive the day before.
“I was in a courtroom in Weehawken fighting a reckless driving ticket.”
The Vanpool is largely silent for most of today’s journey. When we arrive in Midtown, Charlie fills the void by singing every avenue name.
Needless to say, having a 60-year-old man with muttonchops who is hard of hearing sing you a song as he nearly mows down a toddler is a beautiful way to start the morning.