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Category Archives: Hummerville
Bleeping Beeps Give Me the Creeps
I was chugging home from Hummerville station on the bike last night in a light rain. There was actually another biker in front of me–a guy I see about once a week, in medical scrubs on a fold-up bike. I … Continue reading
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Our Black Friday Trip to the City: What We Learned, What We Lost
It was the day after Thanksgiving, so-called Black Friday, when human nature’s darkest tendencies are on display, and it was exactly a month before Little G’s third birthday. Big Sis and the kids were in the city, staying at the … Continue reading
An Open Letter To:
The Black Mustang Parked Across From My Bike at the Train Station This Morning. It’s impossible not to notice the giant decal on your rear window, a blue cursive admonishing all within your range to “Fear This.” You’re an ’86 … Continue reading
Get Your Whore Off My Thawn
One thing the Missus noticed after we’d left the city for the leafy expanse of the ‘burbs two years ago was that everyone around us had actual New York accents–something she’d rarely encountered after a decade in Manhattan, where the … Continue reading
Tight Squeeze on the 8:16
That knack for when to hold out for the choice seat and when to promptly dump oneself into lesser real estater that I’d bragged about failed me this morning. I passed up on some decent ones–aisles, middle of the car–while … Continue reading
Many Unhappy Returns
Isn’t it always the case–you come back from a vacation (or, in this case, a four-day weekend) and your first commute is a nightmare–a giant f-you from the commuting gods to get you back for taking a little time off. … Continue reading
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In the Hot Seat
You are known locally as the man who simply must have his 1-3/4 seater–those wonderfully cocooned off seats, occasionally locked in an upright position by killjoy conductors, that ensure that no fellow passenger is within 10 feet of you. I see … Continue reading
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Fall-en
The leaves came down freakin fast this year. There was this two weeks ago at the train station. Then there was this a week ago (note the male tree pattern baldness). Finally, this last Friday.
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Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a…Goose?
It’s 8:15 on the Hummerville platform. A woman dials up the cell and gets the desired connection. “Hi sweetie!” she trills. “How was your book?” “It was about a goose and a butterfly?” she continues. Her face scrunches up in … Continue reading
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Brand New Day
There is a school for troubled teens in Hummerville; the school’s Website describes it as “a safe and therapeutic residential option for students in crisis.” I think the students come up from the city. It’s not hard to spot them … Continue reading
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