By Bob Gerstle
With one eye on the road and one on the gas gauge we spot a tanker at a gas station. It’s not open but there is hope. With less than a quarter tank and a drive to Long Island, we make the move only to find we are 72nd car in line and the station won’t open for an hour. Sounds bad, but 20 minutes later the line has at least doubled. It’s evident immediately that the anger and impatience has grown. As resilient as New Yorkers are this is something out of their control, and they don’t like it.