Over the weekend I brought you the story of Jimmy Justice, a loud man with a video camera on a mission to give NYC law enforcement officials a piece of their own medicine. Today I want to share the story of a friend of mine, a lifelong New Yorker, Dan Icolari.
Dan, now in his mid 60s, grew up in Manhattan during the time you’d see folks like Jane Jacobs and Mary Travers (of Peter, Paul & Mary) out on the street in Greenwich Village. In fact, Dan saw both!
He and his lovely wife Ellen, also born in Manhattan, now live in a wonderful home in the borough of Staten Island, a not too far walk from the ferry. They raised their sons in Brooklyn.
The image of Dan, at right, is of course on the Brooklyn Bridge. I didn’t take this shot as I am the one in the orange shirt seen in the background. Having walked with Dan around New York, across one of the most famous bridges and through the neighborhoods of Brooklyn I can tell you he is one experienced walker. And fast!
Dan has been a reader of my blog for sometime now, and has written for NYC’s StreetsBlog so it was no surprise to me when Dan decided to begin writing about walking in his new blog, Walking is Transportation:
The goal of this weblog is to get people to think of walking as more than exercise–as, in addition, an alternative form of transport, one that merits a place in any discussion of transportation policy and planning. Like bicycling.
Like most in NYC, Dan doesn’t drive or own a car. But Staten Island isn’t exactly SoHo when it comes to an urban lifestyle. But after a good walk you are at the Staten Island Ferry terminal and headed to Manhattan. While many others take transit or bicycle, Dan enjoys a good brisk walk — for miles. Sure, Dan takes transit at times, and depending upon distance, but his main mode of transit is himself.
It wasn’t always this way for Dan, a semi-retired advertising executive. From an entry on his site:
I used to drive. I actually owned a car–even though I live in New York, said to be the most walkable of American cities and one blessed with great public transit. Despite all that, like most American drivers, I was convinced my personal mobility–my Freedom, for heaven’s sake–depended on the pathetic hunk of steel, plastic and rubber parked outside my door.
Exactly. The freedom of getting from A to B under your own power is a wonderful feeling. Granted, it takes the right shoes or the feeling may not be so great! If you want to learn more about walking as a form of transportation I suggest you follow the writings of Dan Icolari.