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June 27, 2016
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View From the Train

Baby on board

When I think of the term “baby on board,” I think of those signs that used to be popular in the back window of cars. They were meant as a warning to other drivers that the car did indeed have a little one in the back seat, with the hope that they would slow down and use a little more caution when driving past the vehicle. Then somewhere, somebody complained that they were blocking the driver’s view and could cause an accident, yadda yadda yadda; they passed a law and the signs went away.  Read more

Yes, Sancho Panza, chivalry is alive!

A track fire that disrupted the Metro-North commute in East Harlem recently left thousands stranded in Grand Central Terminal for their commute home and over the next few days added to their daily trials and tribulations. It is during these times that the cream really rises to the top and we find our modern day knights.  Read more

Puppy power

Many of my fellow commuters are pet people; they would prefer talking about what their pets did over the weekend to talking about their kids or significant other. Everyone has great stories of the weekend adventures, and with the current turkey-mating season in full swing, some of the stories are quite funny—especially to dog people. We were raising two Corgis who just love to herd these big birds, or squirrels, or just about anything that moves. Our dogs have plenty of area to run on our 10 acres and have been trained over the years not to wander too far from home.  Read more

Judging a book by the cover

The recent terror attacks in Belgium remind us that this new world we live in is far from safe, yet we go on with our daily routines. Although the incident occurred an ocean away, we here in New York can still feel the sting of the attacks that landed here on our shores. I was across from the towers on 9/11 and saw the horror firsthand, yet I cannot blame one race or religion of people. There are good and bad in every neighborhood, and I for one cannot profile any race or religion.  Read more

Miss Margret’s notes

Miss Margret sat quietly in her corner next to the window; across her lap was the work bag she was using as a desk. On the seat beside her was a collection of note cards, each grouped by subject, from what I could tell. Thank you cards on top of birthday cards on top of sympathy cards: six lots in all. She was looking out the train window from time to time taking in the scenery and contemplating the words she would write next. Dressed impeccably from head to toe, ready for the business of the day, she wore a pleated skirt of a royal blue that matched the blue frills of her white blouse.  Read more

Wi-Fi available here

Did you play the Powerball during the recent billion dollar frenzy? I know I sure did; heck, we all did, and we lived for a few short days dreaming of what we would do with the winnings. One of the things I know I would do with my winnings is to buy New Jersey Transit Wi-Fi for all its train cars. All the local bodegas and convenience stores in Manhattan advertise “Wi-Fi available here!” as if while we were buying milk, or the morning paper, or a Powerball ticket, we would dare risk not being connected for those few short moments.  Read more

The Holiday Express

As luck would have it, I got out early on Friday two weeks before Christmas and could catch the first get-away train to Port Jervis, the 4:05 out of Hoboken. This unseasonable weather we have been having made this a great night to get some shopping in, but my heart was just not in it. Something about Christmas in the Upper Delaware Valley to me means cold noses, rosy cheeks, running from store to store with just my red wool scarf around my neck. For most of this season I have found myself still in short-sleeve shirts at work.  Read more

A love story

There are quite a few couples who commute regularly on the train. They have their routines like anyone else, and when they act as a team it is noticeable. Artie and Pat are one such couple. On any given day I usually meet them on the way home, in the last car headed to Port Jervis. They have their regular seats on the 4:47 out of Hoboken and I join them after we leave Middletown.  Read more

Fan-Natics!

This time of year brings all the sports fans to a hyper-state over which team to discuss first, because this is the “game on” season of sports. The evening quiet car on the 4:07 out of Hoboken is anything but that. Alas, the conductors wind up apologizing to those passengers who are hoping for some quiet, asking the noisemakers to please move forward. Unfortunately there will be no peace in any car during these trips home. This week starts the basketball season, hockey got started a few weeks ago, and football season is in full swing.  Read more

The knish man

As memories of this past summer begin to fade and leaves begin to fall, we all get that feeling of nostalgia for summers past. My fellow Metro North commuter Barry Scheer and I recently discussed a movie we had seen that brings back a flood of memories from summers in the Catskills, “A Walk on the Moon.” Set in the backdrop of the Woodstock festival of 1969 at a bungalow camp in the Sullivan County, the movie depicts family life in the camp during the summer including the weekly visit of vendors. The visits would be announced over the camp’s PA system.  Read more