Brilliant Memories

Getting older there is one thing that astounds me – you can be walking along and with no apparent rhyme or reason a memory is triggered with instant clarity – something you have not thought of nor thought of anything that would bring you close to that memory…it happened for me recently.  I was walking down 34th, heading to Penn Station to catch my train home and I was struck by a memory from when I was maybe 16.  The memory was []

Commuting

There is nothing to it really. In NYC it is like breathing in and out, a necessity of life unless you are one of those people who drive in every day. I could never do that, it would screw up my “me time”. For my forty minute train ride into the city and my forty minute ride home, the LIRR can offer me the opportunity to catch up on my reading, to listen to my favorite tunes or to just stare blankly []