While in that traffic jam, telepathically, I “heard”our deceased father say, “This [traffic jam] will help arrange for you to have an empty elevator car ride to the seventh floor of 9 Bond Street.” Or something like that. And that is exactly what happened, about an hour later. That gift was most welcome. I detest crowded elevators.
Later my brother and I drove to Hoyt and Schermerhorn Streets, a street corner which our father had often mentioned when he was alive. I forget why.
Driving on Schermerhorn, I made a left on Hoyt and we went passed the rehab center where our mother, also deceased, had spent so much time.
It was a (deceased) Dad and Mom Connection Day!