Tales from the commuter front
Right now I am on a train. The train should have arrived in Penn Station about 20 minutes ago. It won’t arrive for another 15 minutes or so. A broken rail has wreaked havoc on my morning commute. Last week it was the subway. I take an express from Penn Station to Wall Street. I was waiting on the express platform. I coud see trains arriving on the local platform. A local came and went; no express train. Another local...and another...and another. Finally an express train came in, but it was totally empty and not accepting passengers. Totally empty and out of service = the train broke down, the passengers had to get off, and the tracks were blocked while the crew tried to get the train moving again. Another train showed up a few minutes later. There are buskers everywhere these days: on the street, in the subway, in Penn Station. You can hear a string quartet playing classical music in Pe...