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Category Archives: North White Plains
Dreaded Derecho Crashes Commute
It was my first appearance on the dusty urban crucible that is the corporate softball field in about a year. The game was 5:30, on that field along the FDR Drive, in between the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges–subways clattering overhead, … Continue reading
Cracked Track Makes Morning Whack
Seems as though the Harlem Line as just as screwed up as Trainjotting’s site this morning. (In case you missed it, a domain name snafu meant that everything from February 2010 until present disappeared from Trainjotting. To make matters worse, … Continue reading
Posted in 8:16, Hertz, iPod, North White Plains
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On Riding With Friends, Neighbors, and Strangers
I am in a position to do something I don’t believe I’ve ever done in four years and 363 days of commuting: ride in an automobile to and from the station in the same day. In these five years, I’ve … Continue reading
Posted in Hertz, North White Plains
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Happiest of Holidays from Trainjotting
We are going off the rails for a spell after today to partake in typical holiday activities. We leave you with The Inevitable Twas the Night Before Christmas parody, which we first ran in 2008. Happy holidays, or, as we … Continue reading
And the Winner (Loser?) Is…
We have a winner for our inaugural Crappiest Train Station in the Tri-State reader poll. It pains me to divulge the winner. Really, it does. Am I hot or not? I mean, I’ve been rolling into this station each workday … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, North White Plains, Stamford
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Don’t Forget to Vote For Station of Shame
We are going off the grid for a week or so to partake in typical summertime activities. We offer up one final plea for nominations for Crappiest Train Station in the Tri-State Area. The short list includes Waterbury, Hawthorne, North … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, North White Plains
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The Worst Train Station in the Region–Keep Those Votes Coming
Hey, keep those nominations coming for the worst train station in the tri-state area–the most soulless, charmless, joyless and Purel-inspiring station in the land. Is it the desolate railyards of North White Plains, or the generic suburban bleakness of Hawthorne (to be … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, Metro North, North White Plains
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Stormy Monday
I got the paper around 8 a.m. and it seemed OK outside. I looked outside when I got out of the shower around 8:20, and it was dark. Little G had thought it would be fun to watch me shower, and … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, North White Plains, Rain Storm
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Paradise By the Blackberry Light
I was trying the make the most of a monthly pass with a weekend trip to the city–a Saturday night foray into Gotham to celebrate a friend’s 40th down in Gramurray Hill. The trip in was mostly uneventful, minus an … Continue reading
Posted in Blackberry, Hawthorne, North White Plains, Taxi, White Plains
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Getting (Sar)kozy on the 6:33
It was the 6:33 to points north last night, and we had the pre-M8 shitbucket train. I got a seat on the Stenchbench and we were about to depart. A trio of exceedingly tall folks got on–parents in their 50s … Continue reading