My heart breaks as I watch the news about another lunatic human terrorist, striking down people as they enjoy a fabulous fall day in the city not far from were I played just a few days ago. Furman and I had a wonderful Friday night of theater and fun when we saw The Portuguese Kid.
We woke up at the Hotel Edison and had breakfast at the new Friedman’s right through the lobby. Convenient for sure but way to expensive for next time. I liked it better the way it was, low down and comfy regular breakfast food, regular prices. just as satisfying, more so, I think.
We hopped on the R and went to Brooklyn arriving at the Transit Museum just in time for the tour by Jamie, whose enthusiasm for the trains excited and educated our small group. We wandered around some more after and enjoyed the exhibits and particularly the timeline. I couldn’t help myself when my hand reached out to caress the old wooden turnstiles and wonder who else had a hand there as they pushed forward on their way.
Our adventure continued as we tried to navigate a new way home; subway line R, to the Path, to Newark, Hamilton and then home. I was surprised when our first return stop identified on my subway map as Cortland brought us up inside the Oculus without a moment to spare, so we barely had time to move in any direction other then toward the Path, where we waited so long in the beautiful new station that we missed our train out of Newark anyway.
Looking at the one picture I was able to snap as we rushed through I determined that I would return via this new route and explore it more thoroughly both inside and out…and then the news.