View From the Train
As the final days of summer begin to wane, one of my favorite things to do at work is to take an afternoon coffee break. Standing outside my building on 8th Avenue, cup in hand, on any nice day, we call the break the “2 p.m. freak show.” At this time of day, the working world is back in its cubicles, while the streets are taken over by the traveling minstrel show of misfits. It seems the nice weather brings them all out of their closets. Read more
People find many ways to pass time on the train. One of the most common is reading. I am a printer by trade; naturally I love the look and feel of ink on paper. I can read the New York Post on my iPad, but I still buy the paper from the guy on the street in front of Penn Station every night. I can’t say I deplore the new digital reading devices, but I find them cold and unfriendly, so it always warms my heart to see people reading books. One of the frequent flyers of my morning commute is a strange duck to say the least. Read more
It is said, “A good man is hard to find”—especially if he is a car mechanic. It is with a heavy heart I viewed the sign at Wayne’s Midas in Port Jervis, NY that said they were closing because they lost their lease. Wayne is not only a good mechanic but a good man as well.
Located a short walk from the train station in Port Jervis, it was always a great convenience for this commuter to be able to drop off my truck in the morning and still make the 5:05 a.m. train. I would faithfully get a call around 2:30 p.m. that my truck was ready and the key was locked inside. Read more
School’s out for the summer, and it starts to show on the Port Jervis train around early June, when the college kids return. Early July, the trains are carrying families up for a summer visit with Grandma and Grandpa, some for weekend stays, others for longer “parent mental health” days. Read more
We are all creatures of habit. My morning routine, in order to make the train at the crack of dawn, depends on a number of things happening. One, my clothing must be laid out the night before (if my tie is going to match); two, my lunch must be packed and in the fridge; and three, the pups have to come in after being let out for their morning romp. (Dexter and Toby, please don’t chase the deer today.). Finally, the car must be gassed up and ready to go, and I need to leave 10 minutes early in case there are any problems driving through Hawk’s Nest. Read more
“Go West, Young Man!” Well, that is exactly the advice this Brooklyn boy took 12 years ago when I moved west to Glen Spey in Sullivan County to make it my year-round home.
However, there’s another saying with a promise of its own—“There are great riches in the East!” and for the readers of this column, the East is New York City—the Big Apple. Five days a week I arise at the crack of dawn and head east, commuting to my desk in a midtown Manhattan office, across the street from New York’s Penn Station (aka NYPenn).
It’s a full life. Read more