Tag Archives: riding the New York subway
A Little Caboose
I should just switch my site to a train travelogue since, once again, I have a tender tale to share. I’m on the N Train, the Broadway local into Queens, when, as I make my way to the stairs to … Continue reading
Best Story of the week…December 26th
I’m on the train coming back from therapy. The car is snailing back uptown with very little chatter. It’s Christmas Eve, so the solemnity seems apt, like everybody’s waiting for a savior to be born. That damned Catholicism of mine … Continue reading
The Few and Far Between
I always marvel at the people one meets who are more than willing to help you. It’s rarely who you’d expect to step up to the plate on your behalf. I’m in an area of Brooklyn I’ve never been before, … Continue reading
Remnants of a Beauty
I’m on the train once again, when a girl in her 30s? 40s? clearly an addict, is methodically asking for money. Now, I don’t carry cash during the day, because by the time I get home, it’s gone, given away … Continue reading
Good Training
So here I am on the Number 6 at 4: a.m. on a Saturday, headed downtown to an early job. One can’t help but be impressed by the New York City subway system, even when it misbehaves, being the Concorde … Continue reading
Right Foot Left Foot
My latest loss is my longtime foot doctor I’ve been seeing for 20 years. The part time space he rents has tripled, so that’s it, he will be my doctor no more. He’s the sweetest man not to mention greatest … Continue reading
When Men Are Men
It’s 4 A.M. on a Friday morning, as I head to a very early job. The city, though quieter to be sure, is anything but asleep, especially where the trains are concerned. As a true blue New Yorker, I’m not … Continue reading
My Three Sons
I’m very impressed by family. I guess it’s because I never had much of one, so when I saw a father and his sons ranging from 6 to 16, obviously so in love with their dad, my heart strings were … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…April 26
I’m coming from the subway in Grand Central, when I see a young mother with a one-year old in a stroller. I watch her examine the stairs knowing, she’ll have a hard time maneuvering everything on her own. I look … Continue reading