It’s 2 AM, and it’s one of those nights that I’m just not that excited about the New York City Metropolitan Transit Authority. Usually, I love those guys. But tonight they annoyed me. After pasta and salad at my friend Bonnie’s apartment in Brooklyn, I headed out for home (a bit late… 12:30 let’s say?). The F-train had gone wrong and veered off onto the G-train’s route (what?) and then I got on the A train going the wrong directions and… the point being: it’s been a long night. And here I am at 2:11 AM, ready to go to bed. I brought my camera, so I took some pictures while I was in transit. Don’t worry, I had my ugly vinyl bowling-ball bag with me to conceal my expensive camera on my late-night Brooklyn adventure… although there wasn’t a soul around to bother stealing anything from me.
come home. to california. love the new blog.
…i got separated from Jim on the underground in London…the door slammed in Jim’s face…i rode on…not knowing where i was going or where jim was (this was before cell phones)…we eventually found each other…Jim thought i knew the subway rule…if you get separated, get off at the next stop, etc….but i didn’t know that rule…and who wants to get off at some random stop in a very large city…alone at night…anyway…. home safe at last is a feeling i had when i saw jim’s face at our B & B