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Category Archives: White Plains
New Low For Metro-North
Yes, I recorded my worst-ever ride on Metro-North yesterday in eight months of commuting. Worse than anything encountered during Slippery Rail Season, worse than during those Noreasters, even worse than when Joey From 5A and I hobbled through Hartsdale during … Continue reading
Posted in Slippery Rail, White Plains, White Trash
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Nor’easter 2007!
Today, I became the Man I mocked for so many years in Manhattan. You know that Man — bitter soul cursing the extreme weather as he chips the ice off his windshield and prepares for his perilous commute, as his … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, News 12, White Plains
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BFFs on the 7:22!
I’d never seen this before. The 7:22’s about to leave. A guy—Lennon specs, preppy, clean cut–asks another guy—rumpled beige suit, loosened tie, tired, resembling Robin Williams when he has a beard–to let him in for the window seat. Robin Williams … Continue reading
Posted in Harlem, Hawthorne, Samuel Adams, White Plains, Window Seat
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Babel, Indeed
Friday after work, and I’m enjoying a little life, liberty and pursuit of happiness on the 6:33. Guy next to me is young (28?) and nondescript. The second the train exits the tunnel, the guy whips out his cell phone. … Continue reading
Posted in 6:33, cell phone, Samuel Adams, White Plains
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“Stephen”
“Stephen” rides my train. He’s a husky fellow, in his mid 30s, and he’s eating a muffin most times I see him. He looks a bit like that actor Richard Kind, who you’ve seen on Spin City and Mad About … Continue reading
Posted in iPod, White Plains
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Overheard on the 8:43
Asian woman, bleached blonde hair (roots), twentysomething. Sort of pretty. Enters at White Plains. Talking on cell. Sits. Still talking on cell. “When’s the Super Bowl???”… “This Sunday or next???”… “Duh! I can’t. I work on Sunday.”… … Continue reading
Posted in cell phone, White Plains
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Best Monday Morning Ever
It being a frigid-ass Monday and all (20 in the ‘burbs), I took the later train. The 8:43 was nearly empty. By White Plains, it was only half full. I had my own two-seater, and no one in the two-er … Continue reading
Posted in Arrival time, Grand Central, White Plains
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Merely My Height
Sprinted to catch the 7:52 after a long day at work. The train was jammed, and I eyed a two-seater occupied by a large man in the window seat. He gave me the look: Don’t do it. I did it, … Continue reading
Posted in 125th Street, Armrest, North White Plains, White Plains, Window Seat
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Shades of Slippery Rail
The train was more crowded than usual at Hawthorne. Instead of my typical 10 minutes of blissful not-having-to-share solitude, I joined another guy in a three-seater. At North White Plains, the announcement came on: “Ladies and gentlemen, as you’re well … Continue reading
Posted in Hawthorne, North White Plains, White Plains
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