Archive for January 7, 2012


Toxic Waste

This candy is at Dylan’s Candy Bar. The first time I saw it I didn’t buy any, but I thought of a little boy (almost 25) who would like it. Today I had to go up to the Hudson Valley for services for a friend who died. So I went to Dylan’s last night so I could get all the kids some candy. For Stitch I got Nerds rope, I got Sweetarts, root beer barrels, and jolly ranchers. Of course they didn’t really need all that candy, but I like getting it for them. Since I don’t live there anymore it makes a treat for them, that is the way I feel about it. Not only that but it’s hard to find the Nerds rope and Stitch really really like them. He also likes sour candy.

When I picked up the candy, I noticed there was a warning on the candy, I had never seen that. When I gave to Stitch, I had actually decided I wanted to keep them but he wouldn’t let go of the can. He ate one, then gave one to me. As I was leaving he said, “I need to give my mouth a break.” I asked him how many he had eaten. He grinned, “3”. Yes, he really loves sour candy.

O.K. these are just Christmas Trees.
And shoes? Maybe someone got shoes for Christmas.

What do you think, should I rename my blog to the above? How about, “Perils of the #6 train” or “The #6 is so effed up”.

Monday I took the bus, it was an experiment. Yesterday I took the bus again, this time out of desperation.

When I got to the subway I was surprised to see my co-worker and neighbor Mel waiting for the train. I found out the reason was because the trains that had come before were so packed she hadn’t got on. So we waiting, every train that came by was packed. The whole train.

Finally out of frustration and desperation we took the bus. We got off at 59th to see if the subway was any better, it wasn’t. Two trains went by and every car was packed to the doors. There was no way I was getting on any of those trains. We left the subway and caught another bus. This time we rode all the way to GCT.

To get to the #7 one has to walk to the #6 train platform and take the stairs down. As we were walking across the platform for the uptown #6 train, Mel indicated the other platform, the one for the downtown trains. It was packed with people. I have never seen that many people on the platform. I wanted to yell at them, “Take the bus!”

I took me 1:45 to get to work. Next week, I leave at 7, everyday.