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 The G train is a subway line running through Queens into Brooklyn I rarely take. As I wait on the platform longer than I should, when it does come surrounded by dust and fog, it makes me think of the … Continue reading

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Tiny Teachers

I love watching little kids, since they’re tiny tutorials, just in diapers. I was on a packed train not in the best of moods, when an elderly woman got on…a grandmother type…with a little boy, no more than 3. He … Continue reading

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Susannah and the Fat Man

I was coming back from a job during rush hour on the L train, a line I never take. There I was, squashed, in-between a woman with 8 shopping bags, and a young kid whose backpack was practically smothering me. … Continue reading

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Schmucks In Our Midst

Schmuck, from the Yiddish word smok meaning penis, according to Webster, is a foolish and contemptible person, a nice way of saying someone’s an asshole, or a dick, if you will. Sadly we encounter them when we least expect to. … Continue reading

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Is That A Penis On Your iPhone, Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?

I’m on the G train at 7 a.m. en route to Brooklyn. There’s a young Asian boy sitting next to me clearly on his way to school, 11 years old, maybe 12, Googling penises on his phone. At first I … Continue reading

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Rain, It’s Just Water

Bill Hicks used to tell me that every time I complained about rain. Of course it was more, it’s just fucking water, but it made an impression, so I try not to let it stand in my way. That said, … Continue reading

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Manners At Large

I often write about the New York subway, it’s ups and downs, the good, bad and the ugly, so when I found myself facing a fellow, quite Kennedyesque…6 feet 3, tawny, rumpled hair waving with arrogance, I can’t claim to … Continue reading

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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

I see many things riding the New York subway. There’s the guy panhandling in three different languages accommodating the tourist crowd.  The gypsy guitar players who seranade you in-between stops.  School groups pinned together like paper dolls en route to … Continue reading

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Fall Cleaning

I just watched an imposing looking Latino girl clean out her whole humungus hand bag on the train. Wallet, umbrella, phone, make-up, even a T-shirt that said…Bed Sty Stud, I’m assuming belonged to her boyfriend, piled beside her. She was … Continue reading

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On The Train…A Little Latino Family

They were seated like dolls piled on a bed, shoulders and legs touching. A mother, father, son and daughter stacked in height by one inch.  They could have been a painting, a trompe l’oeil, playing tricks on a wall. They … Continue reading

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