This morning on the 68th street platform there is a man playing violin to the tune of “Circle of Life” from the Lion king. It is one of those glorious rare mornings where I easily get a seat on not only the 6 but also on the 4 when I transfer.
In the afternoon there is something very sticky all over the floor of the 6. Not like somebody-spilled-soda sticky but as in the-stickiness-spread-over–the-floor-of-at -least–half-the–car sticky. The stick was so strong that when I get off the train my sandals kept sticking to the sidewalk as I walk home. Surprisingly I am not too terribly grossed out.http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1376556526534822169&postID=2468747747185030013
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