New York
NYC’s Queensboro Bridge Pedestrian Path Was Ready. Until it Wasn’t.
The plan was to transform two of New York City’s busiest crossings for cars into “Bridges for the People,” an idea that Bill de Blasio, the mayor at the time, said would help New Yorkers exit “the era of fossil fuels.”
He promised to remove one vehicle lane apiece from the Brooklyn and Queensboro Bridges to accommodate a pandemic-spurred boom in walking and cycling, a sign of just how far the city had moved away from the car culture that has long dominated its streets.
Four years later, only the Brooklyn Bridge is friendlier to pedestrians. The Queensboro Bridge remains the only city-owned East River bridge without separate paths for pedestrians and cyclists, jamming them instead into a single, overcrowded lane.
Last week, there was hope that the Queensboro Bridge’s time had finally come. City transportation officials were poised to hit send on a news release announcing the opening of a new pedestrian path on the bridge’s southern flank, according to several people familiar with the plan.
The release, which The New York Times obtained, was headlined, “Bridges for People,” and said the project would be “the first bike and pedestrian upgrades to the bridge” since 1979, when the existing walking and bike path was carved from the outer northbound roadway.
City transportation officials even went so far as to invite Councilwoman Julie Won of Queens to a ribbon-cutting ceremony on Sunday, March 16. Assemblyman Zohran Mamdani of Queens provided a quote for the news release.
But then the mayor’s office scuttled the plan, to the dismay and frustration of the project’s supporters.
Although a city official said the event had been added to City Hall’s internal event-tracker in late February, Kayla Mamelak Altus, a spokeswoman for Mayor Eric Adams, said city transportation officials had failed to brief him and his aides about the project before proceeding. She said the mayor’s office had requested data so it can assess how the project may affect traffic in Manhattan and Queens.
She said that “nothing has been delayed, and the mayor and City Hall must be provided a full briefing on how the agency plans to roll this out smoothly and ensure New Yorkers can continue to get to where they need to go efficiently.”
The Brooklyn Bridge was reconfigured in September 2021, before Mr. de Blasio’s term ended. The Queensboro Bridge, however, was undergoing rehabilitation, and Mr. Adams, who has described himself as a cyclist, inherited the project. (Mr. de Blasio did not respond to a request for comment.)
In recent decades, New York City has increasingly carved out room for pedestrians and cyclists on its streets. In December, the Transportation Department celebrated an “all-time high” for bike ridership across the four East River bridges. At the same time, the department committed to doubling cycling and pedestrian space on the Queensboro Bridge in 2025.
Mr. Adams, a self-described working class mayor, has been criticized by transportation advocates for not doing enough for city residents who do not commute by car, which is most of them. His office watered down plans to improve bus speeds along Fordham Road in the Bronx, the busiest bus route in the poorest borough. City officials also scaled back efforts to make McGuinness Boulevard in Brooklyn friendlier to cyclists.
And though it built nearly 90 miles of protected bike lanes in the past three years, an improvement on the de Blasio administration’s final years, the Adams administration has failed to meet the ambitious bus- and bike-lane requirements in the city’s “Streets Plan” law — requirements the transportation commissioner recently told the City Council were “not realistic.”
With Mr. Adams’s poll numbers in the tank and the Democratic primary for mayor just three months away, critics have wondered whether the mayor might be trying to quash a project that could draw the ire of drivers and possibly also President Trump, who disdains bike lanes and with whom Mr. Adams has developed a mutually beneficial relationship.
“LOL! What a ridiculous reach by your unnamed ‘critics,’” Ms. Mamelak Altus said in an email.
Mr. Mamdani, who is running to unseat Mr. Adams, said the repeated delays in opening the Queensboro Bridge path were infuriating.
“This administration time and again has politicized basic street safety projects, intervening at the last minute and putting New Yorkers at risk for completely arbitrary political decisions,” he said.
The back-and-forth over the Queensboro Bridge path also suggests a heightened level of disorganization within a City Hall that has experienced substantial turnover since half of Mr. Adams’s deputy mayors resigned in February.
The bridge, which was completed in 1909, once carried trolleys alongside cars. The crossing is now used by 170,000 vehicles a day, officials said.
A growing number of cyclists and pedestrians must squeeze onto the 11-foot-wide lane on the bridge’s outer northbound roadway. More than 7,100 cyclists and 2,700 pedestrians use the path every day.
There have been 19 crashes reported on the shared path since 2022, according to city officials. On the Manhattan Bridge, which has distinct pedestrian and cycling lanes, there were 14 in the same period. The city did not provide similar statistics for the two other East River bridges.
In October, Daniel Bach, a lawyer, was jogging over the Queensboro Bridge when he was hit by a scooter. He ended up in intensive care with fractured eye sockets and a broken nose.
“Bottom line, clearly, cyclists and scooters should be on the other side of the Queensboro Bridge and not sharing that little path with the runners,” said Mr. Bach, 62, who lives in Long Island City, Queens.
Ms. Won said city officials had contacted her office on March 10 to invite her to the ribbon-cutting six days later. They told members of her staff that a news release would be issued on March 12.
But four days after the initial contact, city officials told Ms. Won’s office that the ribbon-cutting would not happen, she said. The delay was first reported by the transportation-focused website Streetsblog.
At a City Council hearing this week, Ms. Won pressed Transportation Department officials about the status of the Queensboro Bridge project.
“We were told by D.O.T. that the construction was complete,” Ms. Won said. “So did they misspeak?”
In response, a transportation official disputed that characterization but could not provide a precise timeline for when it would be finished.
“It will happen this year,” said Ydanis Rodriguez, the transportation commissioner. “Very soon.”
On a recent afternoon, the new walkway beckoned from behind a fence, while on the existing walkway, a skateboarder weaving around a stream of pedestrians clipped one.
Corey Zeigler, a cyclist, longs for more space on the bridge. Not long ago, Mr. Ziegler, a 32-year-old construction worker, crashed on the Queens end of the bridge and nearly lost his left ear.
An Astoria native, he has watched the area’s skyline become crowded with high-rise apartment buildings. That has made the neighborhood, and the shared pedestrian and bike path on the Queensboro Bridge, “10 times more crowded and dangerous” than it was a decade ago, he said.
“What is the reason for it being held up?” he asked. “If it’s political, we shouldn’t stand for it.”
Nate Schweber contributed reporting.
New York
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Every week since 1976, Metropolitan Diary has published stories by, and for, New Yorkers of all ages and eras (no matter where they live now): anecdotes and memories, quirky encounters and overheard snippets that reveal the city’s spirit and heart.
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Two Stops
Dear Diary:
It was a drizzly June night in 2001. I was a young magazine editor and had just enjoyed what I thought was a very blissful second date — dinner, drinks, fabulous conversation — with our technology consultant at a restaurant in Manhattan.
I lived in Williamsburg at the time, and my date lived near Murray Hill, so we grabbed a cab and headed south on Second Avenue.
“Just let me out here,” my date said to the cabby at the corner of 25th Street.
We said our goodbyes, quick and shy, knowing that we would see each other at work the next day. I was giddy and probably grinning with happiness and hope.
“Oh boy,” the cabby said, shaking his head as we drove toward Brooklyn. “Very bad.”
“What do you mean?” I asked in horror.
“He doesn’t want you to know exactly where he lives,” the cabby said. “Not a good sign.”
I spent the rest of the cab ride in shock, revisiting every moment of the date.
Happily, it turned out that my instinct about it being a great date was right, and the cabby was wrong. Twenty-four years later, my date that night is my husband, and I know that if your stop is first, it’s polite to get out so the cab can continue in a straight line to the next stop.
Ferry Farewell
Dear Diary:
On a February afternoon, I met my cousins at the Staten Island Ferry Terminal. Their spouses and several of our very-grown children were there too. I brought Prosecco, a candle, a small speaker to play music, photos and a poem.
We were there to recreate the wedding cruise of my mother, Monica, and my stepfather, Peter. They had gotten married at City Hall in August 1984. She was 61, and he, 71. It was her first marriage, and his fourth.
I was my mother’s witness that day. It was a late-in-life love story, and they were very happy. Peter died in 1996, at 82. My mother died last year. She was 100.
Peter’s ashes had waited a long time, but finally they were mingled with Monica’s. The two of them would ride the ferry a last time and then swirl together in the harbor forever. Cue the candles, bubbly, bagpipes and poems.
Two ferry workers approached us. We knew we were in trouble: Open containers and open flames were not allowed on the ferry.
My cousin’s husband, whispering, told the workers what we were doing and said we would be finished soon.
They walked off, and then returned. They said they had spoken to the captain, and they ushered us to the stern for some privacy. As the cup of ashes flew into the water, the ferry horn sounded two long blasts.
Unacceptable
Dear Diary:
I went to a new bagel store in Brooklyn Heights with my son.
When it was my turn to order, I asked for a cinnamon raisin bagel with whitefish salad and a slice of red onion.
The man behind the counter looked up at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t do that.”
Teresa
Dear Diary:
It was February 2013. With a foot of snow expected, I left work early and drove from New Jersey warily as my wipers squeaked and snow and ice stuck to my windows.
I drove east on the Cross Bronx Expressway, which was tied up worse than usual. Trucks groaned on either side of my rattling Toyota. My fingers were cold. My toes were colder. Got to get home before it really comes down, I thought to myself.
By the time I got home to my little red bungalow a stone’s throw from the Throgs Neck Bridge, the snow was already up to my ankles.
Inside, I took off my gloves, hat, scarf, coat, sweater, pants and snow boots. The bed, still unmade, was inviting me. But first, I checked my messages.
There was one from Teresa, the 92-year-old widow on the corner.
“Call me,” she said, sounding desperate.
I looked toward the warm bed, but … Teresa. There was a storm outside, and she was alone.
On went the pants, the sweater, the coat, the scarf, the boots and the gloves, and then I went out the door.
The snow was six inches deep on the sidewalks, so I tottered on tire tracks in the middle of the street. The wind stung my face. When I got to the end of the block, I pounded on her door.
“Teresa!” I called. No answer. “Teresa!” I called again. I heard the TV blaring. Was she sprawled on the floor?
I went next door and called for Kathy.
“Teresa can’t answer the door,” I said. “Probably fell.”
Kathy had a key. In the corner of her neat living room, Teresa, in pink sweatpants and sweaters, was sitting curled in her armchair, head bent down and The Daily News in her lap.
I snapped off the TV.
Startled, she looked up.
“Kathy! Neal!” she said. “What’s a five-letter word for cabbage?”
Nice Place
Dear Diary:
When I lived in Park Slope over 20 years ago, I once had to call an ambulance because of a sudden, violent case of food poisoning.
Two paramedics, a man and a woman, entered our third-floor walk-up with a portable chair. Strapping me in, the male medic quickly inserted an IV line into my arm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his partner circling around and admiring the apartment.
“Nice place you’ve got here.” she said. “Do you own it?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, all but unconscious.
Once I was in the ambulance, she returned to her line of inquiry.
“Do you mind me asking how much you paid for your apartment?”
“$155,000,” I croaked.
“Wow! You must have bought during the recession.”
“Yeah” I said.
They dropped me off at Methodist Hospital, where I was tended to by a nurse as I struggled to stay lucid.
At some point, the same medic poked her head into the room with one last question:
“You wouldn’t be wanting to sell any time soon, would you?”
Illustrations by Agnes Lee.
New York
They Witness Deaths on the Tracks and Then Struggle to Get Help
‘Part of the job’
Edwin Guity was at the controls of a southbound D train last December, rolling through the Bronx, when suddenly someone was on the tracks in front of him.
He jammed on the emergency brake, but it was too late. The man had gone under the wheels.
Stumbling over words, Mr. Guity radioed the dispatcher and then did what the rules require of every train operator involved in such an incident. He got out of the cab and went looking for the person he had struck.
“I didn’t want to do it,” Mr. Guity said later. “But this is a part of the job.”
He found the man pinned beneath the third car. Paramedics pulled him out, but the man died at the hospital. After that, Mr. Guity wrestled with what to do next.
A 32-year-old who had once lived in a family shelter with his parents, he viewed the job as paying well and offering a rare chance at upward mobility. It also helped cover the costs of his family’s groceries and rent in the three-bedroom apartment they shared in Brooklyn.
But striking the man with the train had shaken him more than perhaps any other experience in his life, and the idea of returning to work left him feeling paralyzed.
Edwin Guity was prescribed exposure therapy after his train struck a man on the tracks.
Hundreds of train operators have found themselves in Mr. Guity’s position over the years.
And for just as long, there has been a path through the state workers’ compensation program to receiving substantive treatment to help them cope. But New York’s train operators say that their employer, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority, has done too little to make them aware of that option.
After Mr. Guity’s incident, no official told him of that type of assistance, he said. Instead, they gave him the option of going back to work right away.
But Mr. Guity was lucky. He had a friend who had been through the same experience and who coached him on getting help — first through a six-week program and then, with the assistance of a lawyer, through an experienced specialist.
The specialist prescribed a six-month exposure therapy program to gradually reintroduce Mr. Guity to the subway.
His first day back at the controls of a passenger train was on Thanksgiving. Once again, he was driving on the D line — the same route he had been traveling on the day of the fatal accident.
M.T.A. representatives insisted that New York train operators involved in strikes are made aware of all options for getting treatment, but they declined to answer specific questions about how the agency ensures that drivers get the help they need.
In an interview, the president of the M.T.A. division that runs the subway, Demetrius Crichlow, said all train operators are fully briefed on the resources available to them during their job orientation.
“I really have faith in our process,” Mr. Crichlow said.
Still, other transit systems — all of which are smaller than New York’s — appear to do a better job of ensuring that operators like Mr. Guity take advantage of the services available to them, according to records and interviews.
A Times analysis shows that the incidents were on the rise in New York City’s system even as they were falling in all other American transit systems.
An Uptick in Subway Strikes
San Francisco’s system provides 24-hour access to licensed therapists through a third-party provider.
Los Angeles proactively reaches out to its operators on a regular basis to remind them of workers’ compensation options and other resources.
The Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority has made it a goal to increase engagement with its employee assistance program.
The M.T.A. says it offers some version of most of these services.
But in interviews with more than two dozen subway operators who have been involved in train strikes, only one said he was aware of all those resources, and state records suggest most drivers of trains that strike people are not taking full advantage of them.
“It’s the M.T.A.’s responsibility to assist the employee both mentally and physically after these horrific events occur,” the president of the union that represents New York City transit workers, John V. Chiarello, said in a statement, “but it is a constant struggle trying to get the M.T.A. to do the right thing.”
New York
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Protesters Arrested After Trying to Block a Possible ICE Raid
Nearly 200 protesters tried to block federal agents from leaving a parking garage in Lower Manhattan on Saturday. The confrontation appeared to prevent a possible ICE raid nearby, and led to violent clashes between the police and protesters.
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[chanting] “ICE out of New York.”
By Jorge Mitssunaga
November 30, 2025
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