It was a gray, overcast day for our train ride to NYC. When we reached Schenectady, a water line had broken underneath the track so the train had to pull over for an hour while it was repaired. Then a freight train that had passed us got stuck and they had to bring in extra engines to pull it out before our train could continue. At the same time, an older woman started talking with her seat mate and didn't stop for hours till he finally took a nap.
Penn Station was insane at rush hour. When we exited the train, a crush of people surrounded us. Some strode purposefully with a clear target in mind while others, like us, were trying to read signs and were temporarily overwhelmed by thousands of people crammed into the terminal. We crept toward the tunnel for the A train and fought through the flood to reach the express train. The A train was jammed. We were breathless by the time we climbed out of the subway and walked five blocks to Evan's. He sensibly suggested we stay in and order our dinner from an Asian fusion restaurant on Seamless Web. Great idea!
The Hudson River
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