Wow.
Some storm, huh?
I don’t even know where to start.
Today was my first day back to the city since Friday the 26th. I had no idea how the ride would go–it could’ve been a nightmare. I was lucky to score a semi-private 1 3/4-seater. The conductor window was open, but I didn’t mind; if the trip took two hours, I had a bit of privacy, and oodles of NY Times storm stories to read.
In fact, the ride was great. We made to to Grand Central in 51 minutes–three minutes later than scheduled. Put another way, it took exactly as long as it typically takes in the morning.
I got a hint at the schedule regularity on Wednesday Thursday…I think it was Wednesday Thursday, the days all blended into one dark, chilly day. I had some deadlines approaching and stories that needed filing, so I made my way down to the Hawthorne Cafe and Grille. I ordered a bacon egg and cheese and a coffee, got a table, plugged in the laptop, plugged in the Blackberry, and got to work.
To access WiFi, you had to find your own network, but I located Optimum, had them text my password to me, and was online a few minutes later, filing my stories.
Big thanks to the cafe for being there, instead of being a dark, miserable unused space, and big thanks to the Metro-North dudes and dudettes who got us up and running a week–officially, even sooner–after a colossal storm.
(Among the headlines I didn’t use so I wouldn’t sound too flippant: Sandy, Can’t You See I’m in Misery from “Grease.”)