As I type, I’m on an express train to Manhattan.
For several years, when I worked at NBC and FOX News Channel, I would do this same commute. However, like many other things in life, memories often become softened over time. I remember this trip favorably, and sometimes even find myself yearning for it.
For the greater part of the last hour, however, I have had the displeasure of sitting next to a couple who have: made out (several times,) talked baby to each other and uttered sentences, such as “This train not so fast.”
Perhaps these folks are an exception, or perhaps I am getting cranky in my old(er) age, but suddenly sitting in the occasional traffic on the Merritt and Wilbur Cross parkways doesn’t seem so bad.
But this trip is still worth it despite the saliva and my plummeting IQ — as I will soon be in the company of an old, dear friend and then celebrate the evening away at a festival of lights.
Good times.
UPDATE: Perhaps the couple saw me writing this as I got a “Sorry we bothered you so much,” as the female-half departed. Either way, rock on!
