Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond.
(with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)
I'm such an idiot... I totally thought you were talking about the sandwich place (aka Jared's Subway).Maybe if Metro Detroit had a real public transit system I might have not made that mistake... my2fish
Ha!Personally I'd rather have the preacher lady walk into Subway the sandwich shop. The Subway sandwich shop, I can leave. Except that I wouldn't have to because the manager would probably throw her out the minute she opened her noisy, noisy trap. And somehow I doubt I am going to hell for saying that.
No, Bonnie, the B-Line doesn't go to hell. You have to change at Bleecker.
I rode from Queens to the top of the Bronx (Hunter College) on the D train every day. The "Bag Lady " kept me company. She had all her worldly possions in two shopping bags and she wore 7 or 8 kids hats with chin straps on her head. That was in 1960. I wonder how she is doing? Still riding the train???Dennis G
LOL! You are going to hell Bonnie.
Ah! I miss New York. email me a real bagel would ya? PO
I am reminded of the time my family visited Loch Ness, and there was a bagpiper -- a very, very BAD bagpiper -- playing "Scotland the Brave" over and over and over again, out of tune, hitting wrong notes, and generally being extremely, loudly, unpleasant to be near, with his bagpipe case open in front of him for people to throw money into. I wonder how many people paid him to quit playing until after they left.
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