I’m currently on a 9-hour train trip to NYC. It’s 6 degrees outside and snow abounds.
It’s 2018 and I am here to share every silly little thing.
As I write this, I am sitting in my parents living room and we are all drinking multiple cups of coffee. Each one of us is sick with something or other, so we celebrated in last night. Games were played, shrimp cocktail was devoured, and lots of progress was made on a GOT puzzle.
I return home tomorrow after a 16-day NYC sabbatical and as always, I am not sure how I feel about it. My time here has been rejuvenating, and I know as soon as I step off the Amtrak train in Penn Station, I will get sucked into the energy vortex that is NYC. The same vortex that prevents New Yorkers from allowing passengers to exit a subway train before they try and board the train, and the very thing that makes Times Square the worst place to be in NYC, and perhaps the entire world.
So, before I get too cranky about it, as it is a holiday, after all, I will go back to my coffee and New Year’s Pretzel.
Happy New Year to all, and looking forward to sweating the small stuff with you for the next 364 days.
This will be my 9th Christmas as a New Yorker, and I have never spent Christmas in NYC.
In 2012 I rode the Megabus back and forth to Pittsburgh about 10 times. Continue reading
Andy lived in the US Virgin Islands for a while, and because of it, one of his least favorite types of music is steelpan music. The high tinny nature of the music drives him crazy.
When I was in 3rd grade I started singing in a children’s choir in Pittsburgh, and made a friend named Matt. As years went by, Matt and I lost touch, until I randomly saw him waiting for the R train in Astoria in 2006. Then we lost touch again until I saw him on the street in mid-town last year.
Ok, James Taylor didn’t steal my credit card, but ten years ago today, someone stole my wallet at a James Taylor Concert.
I went to a wedding in Pittsburgh in the fall of 2006, right before I was leaving for a 3 month contract.