I get downstairs and find that a slim film of snow has covered the ground overnight. There is usually a path cleared from the front courtyard to the sidewalk; It's strange to be leaving the apartment before the super shovels it through.
On Overlook, I watch as Isaac D. sprints across 184th and into the station. The only thing I have time to notice are his 180's. Unlike my knock offs, he has the real deal.
I make it to the platform and run into David K. We say hello, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him outside of synagogue before. The train arrives shortly thereafter.
Too lazy to fish for my headphones, I let my eyes wander about the adverts along the top of the cabin walls. For $79 I can finally have affordable healthcare. A dark haired Lisa Shannon encourages me to attend the CUNY Online College, and if I'm ever in trouble with the law I can count on the attorneys at 1-800-INNOCENT. The best ad is for Harley Davidson. If I owned one, I wonder if I'd ride it to work every day. Would I blog about it?
Wednesday, February 3
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