It was 1969. One year before my college internship with Solarz.
Unsurprisingly, I chose transportation as my topic for a political
science school paper at Hunter College, where I did my undergraduate
work. I wanted to write about what the federal government was doing to
improve mass transit and someone suggested I see the local congressman
whose office was located on Second Avenue, in the upper seventies. I was
skeptical of obtaining any information because I did not reside in the
“silk stocking” district, as the Upper East Side was then called. I was
told that the congressman’s name was Ed Koch, a name I had never heard
before. I was told he was active in introducing legislation to help mass
transit and that’s why I should see him.You must not use the laser cutter without being trained.
Since
his office was not that far from school, I figured it was worth a shot.
Being a kid, I knew nothing about making appointments or calling in
advance.Learn how an embedded microprocessor in a smart card
can authenticate your computer usage and data. In those days most
politicians only interacted with their constituents through their local
political clubs. Storefront offices were most unusual. I located the
office, a dilapidated looking storefront, with a sign above it
indicating it was Congressman Ed Koch’s neighborhood office. Inside,
there was only one person, a tall balding gentleman in his mid-forties
but looking older, sitting at an empty desk staring out the window. He
immediately greeted me, introducing himself as Congressman Ed Koch and
asked how he could help me. I was waiting for him to ask me where I
lived and expected him to tell me to leave once I informed him I resided
in Brooklyn, directing me to my own congressman. He never asked.
I
told him I was a student and wanted to learn about mass transit
legislation for a school paper. He went to his file cabinet and after a
brief search pulled out about 50 pages. He explained to me which were
laws and which were legislation he introduced and what they intended to
accomplish. I figured I had to hand copy what I was interested in. He
said that wouldn’t be necessary and walked over to the photocopy machine
and proceeded to make copies for me, which was more difficult than it
sounds. In those days photocopying was a slow and tedious process. Each
page took approximately 10 seconds to copy and they came out wet and
needed a few seconds to dry before placing one sheet above the other.
There also was no such thing as an automatic feeder. Each sheet had to
be placed into the copier individually and be removed before the next
sheet could be inserted. Since automatic collating had not been invented
yet or was not in widespread use, care had to be taken also not to mix
up the order of the sheets. The entire process took about 30 minutes. I
did not know if he even had a secretary or perhaps she was out to lunch.
Anyway, I sat comfortably and waited while Ed Koch stood at the machine
and copied each individual sheet for me. The paper was a success.
I
started my first full time non-summer job on the last day of 1973 as a
planner at the Department of City Planning. Regular readers know that I
studied and developed bus routing proposals for Southern Brooklyn, some
of which were implemented in 1978. However,Totech Americas delivers a
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to contribute to the mayor’s report, “A New Direction in Transit.” I
volunteered to write a chapter on fares and transfers and was asked to
write another suggesting Staten Island transit improvements. The book
took about six months to finish. All the planners who contributed were
invited to celebrate its completion at a private party in Ross Sandler’s
apartment in Greenwich Village, one of the report’s co-editors and
future commissioner of New York City’s Department of Transportation.
I
happened to be standing near the inside of the apartment door when
someone opened it for the next arriving guest who unexpectedly happened
to be the Mayor of the City of New York,If we don't carry the bobblehead
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for you! Ed Koch. The woman invited Mr. Koch in and informed him, “This
is Allan Rosen.” Then she looks at me and says, “Mr. Rosen, this is
Mayor Ed Koch” which I thought was strange because, who did not know the
current mayor? We both greeted each other.
Mr. Koch thanked
everyone who participated in helping him prepare the report and spent
the rest of the evening having personal conversations with the
attendees, which expectedly revolved around politics. Not being
political, I did not have that much to say to the mayor. The only other
thing I remember from that evening was that the “F” word appeared at
least three times in every sentence during those private conversations,
and wondering how he managed never to forget himself when speaking
publicly. He did not have kind words for former Mayor Lindsay’s housing
policy.
I attended one of Mayor Koch’s famous town hall meetings
and was impressed with his total honesty. The meeting was in midtown
Manhattan and the crowd was starting to get hostile. One man from
Washington Heights questioned the mayor’s policy regarding taxes on
parking garages. He asked why the parking tax was eight percent in the
other boroughs, but 14 percent in Manhattan. He said he could understand
a higher tax for midtown, and rightly claimed Washington Heights was
more like the outer boroughs than midtown, and so the tax should be
eight percent, not 14 percent.
I could not imagine how Koch
would answer that question. He responded that it was indeed unfair, but
he had no plans to change it because the city — being in the midst of a
budget crisis — needed the money. He made no promises to study the
situation, a typical political response. The hostile crowd was just
speechless. No one expected that response or knew how to refute it. He
then went to the next question.
I once counted that I had
personally seen or spoken with Ed Koch on approximately eight occasions,
a few of which were just handshakes when meeting him in the street, but
one encounter showed me the type of person he really was. It was around
June, 1981,With superior quality photometers, light meters and a number
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products. and I had been at my job with the MTA for four months.
Although I was stationed in East New York, I chose that day to make a
trip to the now closed Hudson Bus Depot at the foot of 14th Street and
the Hudson River. I was given a car to commute to and from work, but I
still had to use mass transit to travel most times between work
locations. When it came time to return to Brooklyn, Lower Manhattan was
experiencing a blackout south of 14th Street. I had to take buses and
walk from the depot to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then walk over the
bridge to board a subway for the remainder of the trip back to East New
York. As I began my walk over the bridge, I heard a familiar voice. I
looked to my right and saw Mayor Ed Koch standing right next to me
asking everyone to follow him over the bridge, encouraging us all by
asking that we think positive. Naturally, he was surrounded by a half
dozen cameras and newspaper personnel. About a quarter of the way over
the bridge, he heard some huffing and puffing behind him. He turned
around and noticed a woman in her late seventies or early eighties. He
asked the woman what she was doing. She responded that he had asked
everyone to follow him over the bridge and she was complying. The mayor
responded, “But Madam, I wasn’t referring to you.”
Then he
turned around and walked back with her to Manhattan informing the media
to stay where they were, and that he would return shortly. Naturally
curious, and being much younger, I decided to follow him and the woman
back to the beginning of the bridge to see exactly what he had in mind.
When we got there, he ordered the next car going over the bridge to
stop, by waving his hands. Then he said to the driver, “I want you to
take this woman over the bridge and leave her at the other end.” The
driver had to comply. After all it was the mayor giving the order.
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