<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:32:43.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuting Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is to fill the void that my morning LIRR newsletters left. It's been a week since my last official commute. I have to say I feel like I'm forgetting something each morning when I'm not sending out the latest news of my commute. I wont fail my loyal readers! I will continue to update and will continue you let your voice be heard! You all know where to find me so keep the stories coming!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-107225928342589082</id><published>2007-07-28T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:16:07.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full force!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I received a message from my Dad who was stranded on a train just outside of Jamaica. There was a suspicious package on the platform that caused delays that lasted over an hour. The LIRR shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the train to move my Dad called the LIRR hotline to find out more information. When they gave him the details that he already knew he asked if they had a plan other than just sitting and waiting. Guess what.....they didn't! SURPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later received this email detailing the maddness at Jamaica once it was reopened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I got off the train at Jamaica to switch to the Hempstead train, I heard an announcement “ALL EASTBOUND TRAINS WILL LEAVE FROM TRACKS 4 AND 5”.  “DO NOT DESCEND FROM THE WALKWAY TO THE PLATFORM UNTIL YOUR TRAIN IS CALLED.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This was IMMEDIATELY followed by “TRAIN TO BABYLON LEAVING ON TRACK 6.” Of course, everyone believed the first message, ignored the second one, and had to go racing back up and across and then down because of the third. What a freak show. I had the bad luck to be in a car with a baby who was cranky, but worse, a  woman sitting behind me who kept yawning loudly and humming some type of spiritual just loud enough to be annoying. And a loudmouth “business” man who must have called everyone he knew to tell them of his plight. Over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked the booth guy “ Hempstead ?” He said “NEXT on track 5” Of course the neck train on 5 was to Ronkonkoma . I went back and said “ Hempstead ???” He said “NEXT on track 5. Oh. After the Ronkonkoma train.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how don't miss the LIRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-107225928342589082?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/107225928342589082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=107225928342589082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/107225928342589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/107225928342589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/07/full-force.html' title='Full force!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-7750093687927334717</id><published>2007-07-15T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:15:32.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mmmmmta!</title><content type='html'>One morning a while back Beth and I were waiting for the N train to scurry us off to work. As luck would have it the N train was late. Whenever I try to get to work early a late train is always something I can count on. So as we're waiting I decided that I want to start referring to the MTA as the mmmmmmmmmmmmta! So far people like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend there were no N/W trains going towards the city stopping at the my stop and a few others. I had to take the train heading &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprUsZ5yDJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xoMQ5ApqCKM/s1600-h/handles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087612588400970898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprUsZ5yDJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xoMQ5ApqCKM/s320/handles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;towards Ditmars 2 stops to the Astoria Blvd stop and then catch a train to the city. Sounds simple.....right??? Certainly not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wait was long. The platform was crowed. People were angry. I had the joy of standing near some hipster that was far from being happy. He was on the phone and kept yelling that "we're not chaging our plans just because of a 20 minute delay!" and then "No, I'm not angry I just have spite." Let me tell you he was a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train finally showed up and we all ran on. We went the 2 stops and everyone ran off again. I was meeting Julia so I had to wait for her. The train to the city came within a minute which I thought was nice. But we missed it and had to wait some more. A trip that normally takes me 30 minutes on a bad day took almost an hour. But what can you do????? Well, look for track work is one thing and I didn't see any. At least it was only for this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-7750093687927334717?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7750093687927334717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=7750093687927334717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7750093687927334717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7750093687927334717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/07/mmmmmta.html' title='The Mmmmmta!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprUsZ5yDJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xoMQ5ApqCKM/s72-c/handles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-2215177361788923187</id><published>2007-07-15T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:08:58.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The LIRR strikes again!</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while and I apologize for this long lapse. And I can't promise it wont happen ;) This past Tuesday I had the pleasure of taking the LIRR home for a doctor's appointment. I was waiting patiently for the track to the 6:39 train to be announced. I hung out in the usual spot, near track 16 but something told me I would not be boarding on track 16. And....I was right!!! Soon after I arrived in Penn I heard the announcement no commuter wants to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprTI55yDII/AAAAAAAAAFE/Jib8Xj0c-qQ/s1600-h/Chambers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087610879003987074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprTI55yDII/AAAAAAAAAFE/Jib8Xj0c-qQ/s200/Chambers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Due to problems in one of the tunnels there are 5-10 minute delays. Please do not descend to track level until your track has been posted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprSZp5yDHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O1BK9ZpNnMA/s1600-h/hanging+onto+the+strap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087610067255168114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px" height="66" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprSZp5yDHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O1BK9ZpNnMA/s200/hanging+onto+the+strap.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god!!!!! i rarely take the LIRR these days and the past 2 times I've experie&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nce delays. Finally our track was posted....guess which one! Go on, I dare you! It was none other than deadly track 17! Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The massive crowd ran down to the track and then waited.....waited....waited....and finally the train arrived. At this point everyone's face had melted off from the intense heat but luckily the train was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ride itself wasn't bad and I was able to make a great dent in my new book. If there hadn't been delays it would've been a great train ride. Sadly, there are no great train rides when it comes to the LIRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-2215177361788923187?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2215177361788923187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=2215177361788923187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2215177361788923187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2215177361788923187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/07/lirr-strikes-again.html' title='The LIRR strikes again!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RprTI55yDII/AAAAAAAAAFE/Jib8Xj0c-qQ/s72-c/Chambers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-1122663348497329929</id><published>2007-06-13T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:16:40.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transit Museum Time</title><content type='html'>The transit museum is a place filled with interesting facts and stories....as well as more fun than &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCimFyPP5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jWQvdb-y5ak/s1600-h/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075735555318169490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCimFyPP5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jWQvdb-y5ak/s320/peekaboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you can ever imagine having in a museum! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check  me out playing a game of peekaboo on one of the older trains in the collection. I believe this is the train where our fantastic tour guide turned the fans on. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCi4FyPP6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kUXtTvaxWhI/s1600-h/turnstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075735864555814818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCi4FyPP6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kUXtTvaxWhI/s200/turnstyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am "swiping" my Metro Card. The museum has all the different styles of turnstyles starting with the very first one. When you arrived in the station you would purchase a ticket from one booth and then walk to the entrance. Here the passenger would put their ticket into a box and another transit worker would let them pass through to the subway. (I'm pretty sure that's how it went). The first time I tried going through this turnstyle was pretty painful. Unlike most of the &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCjd1yPP7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/1W-ndptux3Y/s1600-h/julia+and+a+straw+saet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075736513095876530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCjd1yPP7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/1W-ndptux3Y/s200/julia+and+a+straw+saet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;display this particular one did not let you pass through. OW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car Julia has the pleasure of sitting in is in fact the oldest in the collection. Again, notice the straw seats. Both the back and bottom were straw and comfortable, but only for women. This was the train with the very low seats. Most men opted to stand because their knees would be in their faces when they sat. Notice that Julia does not have any problems sitting in the seat....go shorty! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCkBlyPP8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qUm6f7q8Lpc/s1600-h/hanging+onto+the+strap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075737127276199874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCkBlyPP8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qUm6f7q8Lpc/s200/hanging+onto+the+strap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To your right you'll notice the constant grin on my face as I'm holding on to a more "modern" train. I believe this train was from the 50s, but don't quote me. I took too long getting my photos developed and have forgotten some facts&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCkfVyPP9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/we1qbt-AbjY/s1600-h/ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075737638377308114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCkfVyPP9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/we1qbt-AbjY/s200/ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most comical aspect of all the trains were the ads. They're hysterical!!! They make no sense, have amazing illustrations and just plain ridiculous. They're much better than the ads we have today about TV shows and viagra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-1122663348497329929?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1122663348497329929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=1122663348497329929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1122663348497329929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1122663348497329929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/06/transit-museum-time.html' title='Transit Museum Time'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RnCimFyPP5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jWQvdb-y5ak/s72-c/peekaboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-2943884182231799720</id><published>2007-06-08T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:14:28.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What you've been waiting for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmjjZFyPP4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UU8oCUbFP9c/s1600-h/FEET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073555000421990274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmjjZFyPP4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UU8oCUbFP9c/s320/FEET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally! Julia has posted her photos for me to show everyone. Over the next serveral days I will reveal the beauty that is the transit museum. I will be getting my own photos back from the lab next week. As it is late, 1am, and I have to be at work soon I'm only posting this one photo for now. And remember if the ride sucks put your feet on the seat! (Notice the straw seats....talk about a luxury ride!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-2943884182231799720?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2943884182231799720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=2943884182231799720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2943884182231799720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2943884182231799720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-youve-been-waiting-for.html' title='What you&apos;ve been waiting for....'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmjjZFyPP4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UU8oCUbFP9c/s72-c/FEET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-6855940785264862450</id><published>2007-06-05T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:14:29.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I have a wad of $100s"</title><content type='html'>In a total brain fart moment I completly forgot to tell the tale of my recent Metro North ride. On Saturday my dear friend Kim and I took the 2:23 to Fordham. We almost didn't make it. Apparently the workers in Grand Central drive around on yellow work type vehicles. Within in 5 minutes we were almost run over twice. No joke. Had I not jumped back the first time I swear I would've lost a toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to our train, with all our toes. One of the perks about taking Metro North is that the train is always on the track and waiting. Even better....the doors are open! Get out! They actually let you wait in the train. Kim and I made our way to find seats, it wasn't hard the train was empty. It was a new train like the ones the LIRR has. The only difference is that the seats looked like they had just been slicked down in oil. Not gonna lie, it was gross. They didn't feel oily they just looked nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting to pull out of the station an announcement was made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just found a wad of $100 bills. Please find the conductor to claim it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kim and I made numerous jokes that it was our money another announcement was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I lied. It's just one $100 bill. The rest of the wad is made up of $50s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt any of this was true. Just a conductor trying to be funny and probably wanting to see if anyone would step up and try to claim the fictional money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride itself wasn't bad at all. But going back on Sunday the wait was a pain. Like the LIRR it pulled into the station about 5 minutes late. This is unusual for the very punctual Metro North. The highlight of it being late was having to "walk the plank" to get on the train. There was actual track work going on and long ramps were built out on to the tracks. Once it was safe we walked single file on these ramps to board the train. Then we waited another 5 minutes before moving. It was frustrating, mainly because I was sure the train would be on time.  I just wanted to get home and rest! I was exhausted from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perk....round trip it cost me $6! Gotta love city zones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-6855940785264862450?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6855940785264862450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=6855940785264862450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6855940785264862450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6855940785264862450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-wad-of-100s.html' title='&quot;I have a wad of $100s&quot;'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-1188041767161349795</id><published>2007-06-04T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:35:45.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be patient!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmS96FyPP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/w4DNuovDFfc/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387886008975218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmS96FyPP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/w4DNuovDFfc/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know I'm awful. I still haven't posted any glorious photos from the transit museum. That's only because Julia hasn't sent me her digital shots yet and I still need to finsh my role of film...egads! Film! Give me some more time and I'll see what I can do. In the mean time enjoy this lovely photo of me at Jubilee! Yes, even the LIRR haunts me at my college reunions!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-1188041767161349795?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1188041767161349795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=1188041767161349795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1188041767161349795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1188041767161349795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-patient.html' title='Be patient!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RmS96FyPP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/w4DNuovDFfc/s72-c/IMG_0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-7801710281089235490</id><published>2007-05-20T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:19:46.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, but worth the wait!</title><content type='html'>Friends hello! I know, I know I've been slacking with my commuting blog. I can't help it. Work got in the way. But luckily I commute by way of the subway and am getting home around the time my late night train would be leaving Penn Station!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RlDjoJBtuXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nL3_AyeVJ1o/s1600-h/transit+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066799859549190514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RlDjoJBtuXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nL3_AyeVJ1o/s320/transit+museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my brief hiatus I discovered one of the most amazing places on earth. The Transit Museum! I always imagined it would hold a special place in my heart once I made the journey but nothing could've prepared me for today. It was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old turnstyles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in old subway cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that seats once had a lovely straw cushion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learing about the Bluebirds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more. Over the next few days I will be posting amazing photos and facts. Julia's photos will be posted first because as many of you know I have yet to enter the digital world and will need to get my film developed. I will leave you with one interesting fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original subway cars the seats were lower to the ground because people were much shorter back then. It became customary for the men to give women their seats. Some may think out of chivalry, which in many cases I'm sure it was, but it was because it was easier for men to stand because the seats were so low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-7801710281089235490?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7801710281089235490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=7801710281089235490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7801710281089235490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7801710281089235490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while-but-worth-wait.html' title='It&apos;s been a while, but worth the wait!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RlDjoJBtuXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nL3_AyeVJ1o/s72-c/transit+museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-3772944868032548313</id><published>2007-05-02T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:47:51.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sticky situation</title><content type='html'>Earlier today my Dad emailed me this fabulous photo. Oh, how I miss the Old LIRR trains. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rjkt8BD5uII/AAAAAAAAAD0/ijqbGj1NnKc/s1600-h/Duct+Tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060126165427665026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rjkt8BD5uII/AAAAAAAAAD0/ijqbGj1NnKc/s200/Duct+Tape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have far more character than the newer ones. With one quick glance you know by the the wear and tear that millions have had a the pleasure of being a passenger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me the duct tape wall says everything you need to know about the LIRR. A fast and easy fix. It wont last very long but for the time being it will do. Soon the tape will begin to disintegrate (thank you Trace!) and it will get sticky. Bags, pants, people will begin getting stuck. Mayhem will ensue. Suddenly the LIRR is not a friendly place.....but was it ever? Eventually the duct tape will fall off and the open gash it once covered will be exposed. Bringing the true nature of the LIRR  into daylight. Once again the commuters know what they're in for, at least on the old trains. Not like the promising new trains with their modern style. Such a sly little fox the LIRR is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-3772944868032548313?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3772944868032548313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=3772944868032548313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3772944868032548313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3772944868032548313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-sticky-situation.html' title='It&apos;s a sticky situation'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rjkt8BD5uII/AAAAAAAAAD0/ijqbGj1NnKc/s72-c/Duct+Tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-6415310224790719726</id><published>2007-04-26T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:58:17.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is on its way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjFjORD5uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/XovEWZ5Bzok/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057932953262864482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjFjORD5uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/XovEWZ5Bzok/s200/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I'm heading off to one of the most relaxing, fun, and best places on earth....the manse! It's a short ride to what is nothing but fun and nature. I'm very excited to get away from the city and the trains. I'm off to hike and have a great time. I'm sure we'll hit traffic on the way up. A different kind of commuting problem I know nothing about. But I have heard it can be a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thought, at least you're in your own car and can play your music loud to help cope with going no where. I also think you have a better sense of control over your commute. Granted you don't have the power to clear up an accident or r&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjFkbRD5uHI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z1dQX6F43wA/s1600-h/Woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057934276112791666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjFkbRD5uHI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z1dQX6F43wA/s200/Woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emove a few cars that are in front of you. But you have a better sense of what's going on, at least as far as you can see. When you're on a train how often can you see the train you're waiting to cross in front of you? Never. The fact that you have more power over how fast you can commute makes me a bit jealous. We all know the LIRR crawls along, I'm sure some times with good reason. When you're in a car it's different. I'm sure I'll get some heat from car commuters and I'll tell them ride the LIRR for a week and then talk to me. Hope the weekend is a good one for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-6415310224790719726?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6415310224790719726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=6415310224790719726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6415310224790719726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6415310224790719726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-is-on-its-way.html' title='Summer is on its way!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjFjORD5uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/XovEWZ5Bzok/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-8338923189325769412</id><published>2007-04-25T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:40:30.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the city at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjAKuhD5uCI/AAAAAAAAADE/_qhtTV3KZpg/s1600-h/Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057554175802062882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjAKuhD5uCI/AAAAAAAAADE/_qhtTV3KZpg/s320/Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know another London picture. You're thinking....where's the commuting talk!? Where are the train stories!? Has the blog gone the way of the LIRR, downhill??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO! It has not. I'm just merely sharing a great view of the fabulous city of London at night. This shot was taken from the ever popular London Eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To get to the London Eye Julia and I took one of the fancy buses that occupy the streets of the city. It was not a double decker bus, how I love those! Just a regular old bus. But clean and comfortable. I didn't get an icky feeling after getting off at my stop. I know the Tube is the major means of transportation for the city but I have to admit I really enjoyed the bus. It was faster than I had expected. And transferring was easy as pie! Traveling through the city by bus certainly made my trip all the more better. I recommend it, but also don't forget the Tube. It's a must see attraction.....at least to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-8338923189325769412?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8338923189325769412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=8338923189325769412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8338923189325769412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8338923189325769412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/behold-city-at-night.html' title='Behold the city at night'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RjAKuhD5uCI/AAAAAAAAADE/_qhtTV3KZpg/s72-c/Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-873891584493604431</id><published>2007-04-24T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:10:29.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just like this photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7GdRD5uAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QVmUbKeJo1o/s1600-h/B+Palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057197637681920002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7GdRD5uAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QVmUbKeJo1o/s320/B+Palace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-873891584493604431?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/873891584493604431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=873891584493604431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/873891584493604431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/873891584493604431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-like-this-photo.html' title='I just like this photo'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7GdRD5uAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QVmUbKeJo1o/s72-c/B+Palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-6042340638660178499</id><published>2007-04-24T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:57:21.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing room only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7CDRD5t_I/AAAAAAAAACs/Y5GK_MeBgHA/s1600-h/bunny+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057192792958810098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7CDRD5t_I/AAAAAAAAACs/Y5GK_MeBgHA/s200/bunny+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I went in to work earlier than usual. I wanted to get a head start so I left about 30 minutes earlier. Let me tell you what a difference 30 minutes makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the top of the stairs and thought what the hell are all these people doing here!?? I figured I was leaving at a somewhat off time, 9am. Most people are either at work already or get in closer to 10. Apparently there's another world that starts around 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I made my way through the crowd and snagged a prime spot. Right in front and close to where the doors of the train would be. I knew I wasn't going to get a seat but I wanted to try and get a good standing position. I was lucky. I managed to get the last spot for one of the center poles. This is key for when the train rounds the sharp curve going into Queens Boro Plaza. This morning's conductor was kind and took it easy. He didn't fling us around the train and I didn't have to use every muscle in my body to keep from falling. I like him, he's my favorite conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually made it to work without any problems. Although I have to admit the worst thing about being on a crowded train is not people pushing  you but other people's breath touching you. I was standing next to one girl that was a heavy breather. It kept hitting my arm, grossing me out, and there was nothing I could do. Yetch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. that beautiful rabbit cake is one that I made for Easter. Admire it....and it was delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-6042340638660178499?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6042340638660178499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=6042340638660178499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6042340638660178499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6042340638660178499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/standing-room-only.html' title='Standing room only'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri7CDRD5t_I/AAAAAAAAACs/Y5GK_MeBgHA/s72-c/bunny+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-7989590398585746639</id><published>2007-04-23T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:22:25.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri1aY0KZYzI/AAAAAAAAACk/pqsdsaVBQJ4/s1600-h/apology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056797338972545842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri1aY0KZYzI/AAAAAAAAACk/pqsdsaVBQJ4/s320/apology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past January Penn Station shut down during rush hour. The close was so disruptive to the evening commute that I heard announcements in the subway system instructing commuters to go directly to Jamaica or to Flatbush for service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this time my brother, Jamie, was unforunate to be on a train that was delayed by almost 5 and half hours. (If you click on the January archives you can read more about his ordeal) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Days after the incident my cousin Chrissy found an apology on her seat. She was stunned. When has the LIRR ever apologized for a communication break down? Between the two of us neither could remember a time when the LIRR actually took fault for their actions, not to mention in such a public manner. In true LIRR fashion Chrissy finally sent me the rare apology. While I believe it is a nice gesture I hope that the LIRR never has to send another apology like this. I hope for all those who commute on a regular basis using the LIRR do not get stuck on a train for hours on end. I've been there, as have many LIRR riders, and it's awful. Fingers crossed as we approach summer that the heat doesn't cause any major disasters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-7989590398585746639?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7989590398585746639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=7989590398585746639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7989590398585746639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7989590398585746639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/apology.html' title='An apology??'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Ri1aY0KZYzI/AAAAAAAAACk/pqsdsaVBQJ4/s72-c/apology.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-104268244024011000</id><published>2007-04-21T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:06:36.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Riom40KZYxI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-sZsYMSuuI/s1600-h/Rue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055896289193583378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Riom40KZYxI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-sZsYMSuuI/s320/Rue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short while ago a few of us ventured to Tracks for some fine dining and coverstation. Crab cakes were devoured and portobello burgers were savored. But there was a suprise guest...RUE! Otherwise known as Blanche from the Golden Girls. I was lucky enough to have been given a copy of her new and exciting novel earlier that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together we read thrilling passages about her days in the business and learned a new phrase for the night: Slutpuppy. Sophia, that spunky little Sicilian, would call Blanche this sweet name. Eventually Slutpuppy evolved into Slutcheeks. Soon after this transformation we managed to clear out the tables near by. One lone woman eating nachos and sipping wine laughed at the entertaing tales of Rue's magical life in the biz. But Rue's life wasn't all Southern picnics and debutant balls she had her share of hard times, especially with the Italian (not Sophia but 1 of her 5 hubbies).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055897268446126882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rionx0KZYyI/AAAAAAAAACc/T9aVOpe19EM/s320/Steph+with+Rue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rue aside this was one of my better nights at Tracks. Although, Gisel refused to listen to any of my suggestions and her mouth watered as soon as the crab cakes were placed on the table. Steph and I raved as we dug in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I always say anyone who wants the best crab cake in town head over to Penn Station and give me a call! Not to mention the Track fries are out of this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-104268244024011000?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/104268244024011000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=104268244024011000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/104268244024011000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/104268244024011000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-at-track.html' title='A night at the track'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Riom40KZYxI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-sZsYMSuuI/s72-c/Rue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-2989845171736584260</id><published>2007-04-21T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:43:36.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The LIRR Cracks Down on Ticket Theft!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other day my Dad was at the Flastbush station waiting for his train when he noticed the ticket booths were slightly different than those at any other station. They were locked and chained in. No one, not even an expert thief, can break into these machines and run off with the cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055891873967203074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rioi30KZYwI/AAAAAAAAACM/wmBW5gf-nSM/s320/Chained+Tickets.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-2989845171736584260?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2989845171736584260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=2989845171736584260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2989845171736584260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/2989845171736584260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/lirr-cracks-down-on-ticket-theft.html' title='The LIRR Cracks Down on Ticket Theft!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rioi30KZYwI/AAAAAAAAACM/wmBW5gf-nSM/s72-c/Chained+Tickets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-8130141245185781116</id><published>2007-04-18T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:31:10.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUPIy1zDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_NATtjHiHOQ/s1600-h/Oyster+Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054960988293811250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUPIy1zDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_NATtjHiHOQ/s320/Oyster+Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those Brits have got us beat! They have a fancy little Oyster card while we're living in the dark ages with our Metro Card. There card is a beautiful shade of blue that can withstand sitting in your back pocket all day and not breaking. It's stregnth is only matched by it's usability. So quick! No swiping just a tap and off you go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054961121437797442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUW4y1zEI/AAAAAAAAACE/FHOdSzsrXCU/s320/Oyster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only downside to this beauty is that you have to tap it again before leaving the Tube. I'm sure had been in London for more than a few days I would've adjusted better. I felt panicked that I wouldn't be able to find my Oyster card in my bag. I sometimes have a habit of tossing my Metro Card it to the giant black hole of a bag I carry. Towards the end I caught on and was traveling not only in style but with speed I never dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another perk to the Oyster card is the cute little case you receive when purchasing your card. It's most excellent! I know the MTA would never hand such a luxury out. It would probably pain them too much to give us something so nice. I will forever cherish my Oyster card case and eventually my Metro Card will find its way into it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUI4y1zCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4BHrnQRq0xw/s1600-h/Oyster+Packaging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054960880919628834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUI4y1zCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4BHrnQRq0xw/s320/Oyster+Packaging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-8130141245185781116?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8130141245185781116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=8130141245185781116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8130141245185781116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8130141245185781116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/oyster_18.html' title='Oyster!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RibUPIy1zDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_NATtjHiHOQ/s72-c/Oyster+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-1823804692619698067</id><published>2007-04-17T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:07:26.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track.....Unfortunately</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the unexpected pleasure of taking the 6:39 back to Long Island. This was one of my regular trains back in the day so I thought I knew what to expect. Unfortunately one of the tunnels was still flooded from Sunday's monsoon so there were 15-20 minute delays. This would've been better had the crowd not been so rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I boarded the train two men cut me off and I almost fell down. Then once we're all inside the train the second man started screaming at the first man. Apparently the first man's umbrella got caught on the second man. In a fit of rage the second man got it off his jacket, screamed again, and then threw it to the ground. I quickly darted to one of the few remaining seats so I'm not sure if the first man ever got his umbrella back. I have a feeling he didn't, mainly because he would'be been trampled had he turned back and bent down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was comfortable in my seat I turned on my Ipod and started reading, The Alienest....I recommend it. We sat for 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes....finally we pulled out of the station. Once we were out of the tunnel we sat for another 5 minutes. Then my Ipod started acting funny. It stopped mid song for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! I thought. I can't handle a delayed train ride home without my Ipod! I need to be fully entertained at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to restore it for another 2 songs but then the sad face appeared. I quickly texted Erin who called me back with the bad news. So on top of a long and boring train ride home I had to spend 2 hours last night restoring my precious Ipod. It better not stall out on my again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my Ipod was busted I was not without music for too long. The man sitting next to me was listening to music so loud that I was able to hear it. It wasn't my type of music, show tunes, but I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I made it home a little more than a half hour late. I was tired, hungry, disgruntled, and ready to move my legs. It was one of the longest train rides I've ever had. Luckily my phone didn't die too because I was able to text Erin and my dear sister about the wretched train ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-1823804692619698067?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1823804692619698067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=1823804692619698067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1823804692619698067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1823804692619698067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-on-trackunfortunately.html' title='Back on Track.....Unfortunately'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-990382089426037719</id><published>2007-04-15T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:59:02.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a system!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to say those Brits have things down pat! The tube is amazing. Clean, on time, there is even sinage to tell you when the next train will be pulling into the station. What surprised me other than the greatness of it was that it's not entirely underground. There were many stations that were out in the open. I was not expecting this but it was a nice surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053793015098324114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKt-JlJNJI/AAAAAAAAABU/kS-kwZb4ER4/s320/Underground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I did have some problems with the Tube though. I thought they were very small, narrow and short. But I could deal with it because they were so clean. Not to mention the seats were cushioned and covered in fabric. Such a luxury would never survive here. Beastly New Yorkers would tear through the cushioning and certainly stain the pretty fabric in no time.  I do love the Tube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-990382089426037719?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/990382089426037719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=990382089426037719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/990382089426037719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/990382089426037719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-system.html' title='What a system!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKt-JlJNJI/AAAAAAAAABU/kS-kwZb4ER4/s72-c/Underground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-5005160798220193092</id><published>2007-04-15T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:37:27.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKpF5lJNII/AAAAAAAAABM/cSAELCvaGSw/s1600-h/phone+booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053787650684171394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKpF5lJNII/AAAAAAAAABM/cSAELCvaGSw/s320/phone+booth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been gone for so long and I'm sorry! London was a blast and I'll be writing about my trip and how wonderful their transportation system above and below ground is. My first night there Julia and I explored far and wide trying to find special Picnic Bars for my sister-in-law Laurie. While we proved unsuccessul with that mission I was able to find a Tracker bar. I thought why not, anything named after the rail can't be bad......Sadly the Tracker wasn't as good as I had hoped. It wasn't bad, but I wouldn't buy it again. I did discover the Double Decker though...DELIC! I'll have a photo for that amazing candy bar one day until then feast your eyes on the Tracker!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKoPZlJNHI/AAAAAAAAABE/1u-4QUlHBjs/s1600-h/Tracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053786714381300850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="89" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKoPZlJNHI/AAAAAAAAABE/1u-4QUlHBjs/s320/Tracker.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-5005160798220193092?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5005160798220193092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=5005160798220193092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5005160798220193092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5005160798220193092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RiKpF5lJNII/AAAAAAAAABM/cSAELCvaGSw/s72-c/phone+booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-7408784474642542848</id><published>2007-03-19T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:31:13.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Off!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave for London! It's my first time ever out of the country and I'm very excited. What's even more exciting I'll finally get to test out the Tube. So many have told me wonderous tales of this fast moving subway that I can hardly believe them to be true! There are digital signs that tell you when the next train is approaching....and even better yet people are nice! This I must see first hand in order to believe! So tomorrow I'll be thinking of everyone taking the MTA while I'm on the fancy Underground! And don't worry there will be pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-7408784474642542848?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7408784474642542848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=7408784474642542848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7408784474642542848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7408784474642542848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-im-off.html' title='And I&apos;m Off!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-6024647091126813126</id><published>2007-03-17T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:05:48.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Memories Rushing Back to Haunt Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfwR11578FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-h_bitK7fVA/s1600-h/lirr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042925299448934482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfwR11578FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-h_bitK7fVA/s320/lirr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Thursday was the first time I rode the LIRR in over 3 months. It could've been worse but with my commuter knowledge and skillful tricks I had a decent commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did right was to take the first peak train of the evening rush. I took the 4:32 to Stewart Manor. I took this because it left early enough for me to make it to my doctor's appointment for my gimpy ankle (I chipped the bone in 2 places!) and because I didn't have to change at Jamaica. All went well on this commute. It was quiet and there was barely anyone on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back in I took the 9:12 to Woodside. This was a little more lively. Most of the passengers were kids singing the entire time. But they were also inquisitve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid 1 - "Hey, can you drive this train?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Conductor (who I believe I saw him his first week of work when he got tips from a veteran conductor who told him not to take shit from anyone because his job is always on the line) - "I know how to drive it to the next station if something were to happen to the engineer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid 2 - "What's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Conductor (wearing a ring no man should wear) - "We're trained differently. He has an engineer's license and I don't. He can do things I can't and I can do things he can't. But we get paid the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had enough and the yound conductor went on his way. He punched my ticket and told me to change at Jamaica. What a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching at Woodside is always a breeze, if the 7 train is running, and it was. The subways were running perfectly and I didn't have to wait too long. The entire way back took about an hour, as if I were still commuting to work. After this recent trip I still don't miss the LIRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-6024647091126813126?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6024647091126813126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=6024647091126813126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6024647091126813126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/6024647091126813126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/03/distant-memories-rushing-back-to-haunt.html' title='Distant Memories Rushing Back to Haunt Me'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfwR11578FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-h_bitK7fVA/s72-c/lirr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-5931168507059575442</id><published>2007-03-08T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:06:39.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracks....Love that Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight I dined at Tracks. The portobello burger was superb as always. The service fantastic and the atmosphere everything you could want. It was your typical night at Tracks until I went to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was wating for an open stall a bellow came from the one right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS WAS BUILT BY A MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stiffled my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfDPMF578EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pViavOA-oG0/s1600-h/RD1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039755789678145602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfDPMF578EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pViavOA-oG0/s320/RD1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A THIN MAN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to burst out and fall to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swings open and the crazy lady busts out declaring the stalls are too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, it's like I'm Yukon Cornelius with this giant coat on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I walked into the stall she yelled out - "Don't touch the seat!" Lady, I never thought of touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then heard her complain some more and it sounded like she had just knocked over another girl. Then as I was washing my hands her phone rang. She pulled it out of her giant jacket muttering "3 minutes exactly!" "What? You time me!?? What's wrong with you?" She finally moved out of the bathroom and proceed to yell at the person on the other end of the for the next 5 minutes smack in the middle of the dining area. Needless to say it was nice to be back in Penn amongst the crazies for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-5931168507059575442?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5931168507059575442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=5931168507059575442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5931168507059575442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5931168507059575442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/03/trackslove-that-place.html' title='Tracks....Love that Place!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/RfDPMF578EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pViavOA-oG0/s72-c/RD1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-3153411535802682488</id><published>2007-03-08T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:58:45.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>Readers since I last posted I learned I will be a limper for longer than I thought. It turns out my ghastly fall caused 2 chips in my ankle bone. Yes! Chips! And please don't ask me where those bits of bone went because I don't know and don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've been hobbling to work this week I've been leaving a little later so I can get a seat in the morning. That failed today. I was forced to stand and next to what appeared to be a normal middle aged man. About 10 minutes into my commute I started hearing the distinct sound of Britney Spear's "Toxic" coming from somewhere. I realized it was from the fairly normal looking man to my right! It was blaring through his headphones and he was bopping his head to the beat. It took all I had to not start laughing like a crazy person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he had one over on me. For the next 4 hours "Toxic" was running through my head at full speed. I thought I was going to lose my mind! Thankfully I heard another song that forced "Toxic" out of my mind forever. Funny to have a song with barely any words torturing me all morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-3153411535802682488?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3153411535802682488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=3153411535802682488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3153411535802682488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3153411535802682488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/03/britney-strikes-again.html' title='Britney Strikes Again'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-1075960925193524329</id><published>2007-03-02T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:50:09.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Limper has competition!</title><content type='html'>I discovered something almost worse than a limper the other morning. The zig zagger. I was trying to walk up the steps to the subway platform and was in a rush since the train was pulling into the station. The man ahead of me was the only thing between me and catching my train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was in front him but he found it necessary to walk smack in the middle of the stairs. As I tried to go left he went left. I dashed to the right, he did the same. There was no way I was getting around him. I lost hope of catching my train and prepared myself for the wait. But I got lucky and train was stopped longer than usual and I finally got past the man once we both reached the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zag zagger is a rare find but when you come across them you want to bop them in the head. There's nothing more frustrating than not being able to move ahead with only one person in your way. I've often encountered them on sidewalks which is slightly more mangeable. But the stairs! The stairs are hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-1075960925193524329?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1075960925193524329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=1075960925193524329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1075960925193524329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1075960925193524329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/03/limper-has-competition.html' title='The Limper has competition!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-8749751484331589362</id><published>2007-02-26T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:23:01.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's winter time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/ReOUyxsn8nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AEQ-zfTw_Wc/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036032408385221234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/ReOUyxsn8nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AEQ-zfTw_Wc/s320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all commuted through our second snow storm of the seaon today. In my opinion it was a much better commute than the first storm a few weeks ago. That was when I discovered that the MTA is just as bad with shoveling the subway steps and platforms as they are with the LIRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slush and ice was everywhere! It's amazing more people didn't fall. I can understand not shoveling or salting if the storm strikes just at the beginning of a morning commute but when it's happened over night get your act together! I leave on the later side in the morning and with all the commuters that braved the trails ahead of me everything was patted down and slick as could be. My brother Jamie said it was pretty much the same for the LIRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to invent a quick melting salt that I can carry around in my pocket. When I see a patch of ice ahead of me I would toss and then walk over the melted ice. Jamie wants to walk around with a flame thrower, I think that's what he said. Either way he'd be melting the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the monkeys that are running the MTA and LIRR will get their act together. And when that day happens you will see me running through the train cars rejoicing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-8749751484331589362?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8749751484331589362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=8749751484331589362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8749751484331589362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/8749751484331589362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-winter-time.html' title='It&apos;s winter time!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/ReOUyxsn8nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AEQ-zfTw_Wc/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-7586507953720123532</id><published>2007-02-26T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:15:26.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I have to say I've been somewhat ashamed of myself lately. I've turned into my worst commuting fear....I've become a limper! I've actually gotten much better over the past week. The Saturday of President's Day Weekend I took a mighty spill in my apartment. My ankle was bloody, bruised, and swollen.....it still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was my first day commuting as a limper. I have to say I held my own. I didn't crawl up the stairs and I made sure there wasn't anyone behind me. If there was I moved faster or moved to the side to let them pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that some of the limpers that have angered me so much might have just been injured....but it was there attitude that really got to me. They're "I'm limping so you better deal with it" attitude that's what causes the hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm still slightly gimpy but I've been doing well on the commute. The worst part is having to stand. It's a short ride but man, when your ankle hurts it's the longest ride in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-7586507953720123532?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7586507953720123532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=7586507953720123532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7586507953720123532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/7586507953720123532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-213520211345278584</id><published>2007-02-11T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:15:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>I finally made it to work Thursday morning. After a few frantic phone calls from Julia and one I made to Beth I  started what would I thought would be a horribly cold commute. I opted to try my regular station rather than walking to Steinway to catch the R train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky. I waited about 2 minutes and a N train pulled into the station. It wasn't as crowded as I had anticipated, which was a nice surprise. Even better the train went into the city. Beth had told me earlier that she took the N to QueensBoro Plaza and had to transfer to the 7. After all the phone calls back and forth between Julia and work I managed to make it in on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest part about the whole morning was that earlier in the week I was thinking to myself what would happen if the train stopped working? How would I get into the city? After this fiasco Julia told me I'm now part of her carpool should the trains stop working. I also know that I leave late enough to miss most of the damage. And of course there's always the walk to the R........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-213520211345278584?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/213520211345278584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=213520211345278584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/213520211345278584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/213520211345278584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-1950698370855178527</id><published>2007-02-08T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:31:00.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear!</title><content type='html'>The subways aren't running.......this will be an interesting morning commute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-1950698370855178527?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1950698370855178527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=1950698370855178527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1950698370855178527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/1950698370855178527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-5863455626822961763</id><published>2007-02-06T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:31:00.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the beauty!</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for my train tonight and praying that the N or W would arrive before the R. It was a late night at work and with the chill in the air I wanted nothing more than to get home. Off in the distance I saw the light of a train approaching. My fingers were crossed as I peaked at the end of the track....there it was in all it's glory a NEW N train! I had seen these pass by on the opposite track early in the morning. I have even heard of friends riding them. But never before had I had the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my way on to the packed and spotless train, grabbed hold of a pole and off I went. The electroinc voice bellowing in my ear about keeping the trains  clean and safe, announcing the next stop and thanking me for riding with the MTA. It was a smooth ride. A crowded one, too many people for me to get a real sense of what the train is like. Although it was similar to the 4,5, and 6 lines. Those trains are so so for me. I think that there are less seats but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to ride the new train again sometime soon. It adds a little spice to the commute and makes me happy that there are no arm rests to rip apart my clothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-5863455626822961763?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5863455626822961763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=5863455626822961763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5863455626822961763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/5863455626822961763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/behold-beauty.html' title='Behold the beauty!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-3878179827252823535</id><published>2007-01-29T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:08:26.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rb61QuSulWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w8dbzNqPhWc/s1600-h/Steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025653533101167970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rb61QuSulWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w8dbzNqPhWc/s320/Steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little lady right here was the victim of ticket discrimination on the LIRR Saturday night. She had her January monthly ticket and was on her way to Flatbush. The conductor who punched the F for female was a little over zealous and went punch happy. For roughly 22 days Steph didn't encounter any problems, until the other night that is. She was informed by the conductor on the 6:14 train that her ticket was in fact not her ticket. The ticket she had belonged to someone else and she had to pay for her own. With months of commuting aggravation behind her she went off..."This is my ticket. I paid for it! I ride the LIRR every day to work!" Even when all of this was said the stupid conductor had his doubts. Finally Stephanie proved herself right and he went off to harrass more passengers. But he left Stephanie feeling angry and hurt. Just because it's the weekend and she's not in her work attaire does not mean she didn't purchase her ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened once before, but the conductor was right. My Dad had borrowed my monthly ticket on a day I wasn't heading into the city. The conductor called him out on it not being his ticket. But he played it right and convinced this conductor that the F had been punched all month long and no one had noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the high cost of monthly tickets why can't they be shared amongst family members? Or why do you have to be harrassed just because you're not in a suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-3878179827252823535?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3878179827252823535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=3878179827252823535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3878179827252823535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/3878179827252823535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-little-lady-right-here-was-victim.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yqwT5SFM19E/Rb61QuSulWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w8dbzNqPhWc/s72-c/Steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-273224323573906498</id><published>2007-01-26T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:43:18.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In!</title><content type='html'>I just heard not more than 5 minutes ago that the LIRR is finally doing something about the gaps at Flatbush! Major construction? Adding a plank to the platform? NO!!! All to simple. They're just going to only open the first 4 cars at each track. Genius! Sure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they plan on doing this at other dangerous stations. This is to keep people from falling into the gap. It's the cheap and quick fix. What they seem to be forgetting is how overcrowded the open cars will soon become. What they are forgetting is how they tell us not to walk through the train cars while the train is in motion. I only see disaster ahead. The LIRR should suck it up and repair each platform. These quick fixes will only lead to more accidents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-273224323573906498?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/273224323573906498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=273224323573906498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/273224323573906498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/273224323573906498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116943060143783305</id><published>2007-01-21T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:50:01.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Tracks!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was going out near Penn Station and had to pick a meeting place. Of course Tracks was the obvious answer. Thank goodness it's a happening place because Beth and I were a half hour late and kept Tom waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got there Tom was hungry and ordered the crab cakes! (Of course!) He agrees, they're damn good! I got a little nibble and was statisfied. It's been a long time since I've had a bite of those delectable treats! Makes me want to go back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note not taking the LIRR home has greatly improved my life. The past two nights I was able to stay out late with my friends and not have to worry about rushing for a train. In fact I left after my usual 1:46 train would've left and made home earlier. Talk about service! Service aside the crowd is a lot better too. I have not encountered a drunk train. I'm sure most of the people on the subway that late at night are drunk but they're not rowdy Long Island people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116943060143783305?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116943060143783305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116943060143783305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116943060143783305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116943060143783305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/mmmm-tracks.html' title='Mmmm Tracks!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116943015676925351</id><published>2007-01-21T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:42:36.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/896238/Photo_120806_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/983235/Photo_120806_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the phone a short while ago with my Mom and she was telling me that Newsday is running features on the LIRR and the gap problem in the most recent issues. (She's keeping these articles for me and I will scan them in once I have them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gap issue has always been there. I've always been cautious and have constantly brought up the trouble with Track 17. As it turns out many people have been injured by the large gaps. Not to mention how dangerous the platforms are in the winter when it snows. I remember too many times trying to avoid slipping on a patch of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gap hazards are finally being addressed due to a number of unforunate accidents in the recent months. Supposedly they are working on adjustments at multiple stations. As you can see from this photo signage is not the answer. This shot was taken by my Dad at the Flatbush station. When a train pulls in the "watch your gap" along the wall is blocked. What's the point!? I suppose one could say the LIRR is trying but they shouldn't have to. There should never have been an issue with the gaps. If the subways can handle it why can't the LIRR?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116943015676925351?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116943015676925351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116943015676925351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116943015676925351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116943015676925351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/beware-of-gap.html' title='Beware of the gap'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116840092337659386</id><published>2007-01-09T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:48:43.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kindness of strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/523782/Tiny%20Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/144616/Tiny%20Train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning was a rainy commute. Not torrential downpours but enough to break out the daisy rain boots. I managed to get a seat on the train when I noticed a woman calling to the woman sitting next to me. The bottom of her paper shopping bag was wet and everything was falling through. Next thing I know the man sitting across from us was handing her a plastic bag he fished out of his coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often you seen kind acts on the subway, let alone two in a row. It was nice to see that people are paying attention and willing to come to the aide of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116840092337659386?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116840092337659386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116840092337659386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116840092337659386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116840092337659386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='The kindness of strangers'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116811688487036670</id><published>2007-01-06T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:54:44.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 and a 1/2 hours of HELL!</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was making my way to Joe's birthday dinner I heard a first time ever announcement in the subways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no Long Island Railroad Service from Penn Station to Jamaica due to police activity. Please take the E to Suphtin Blvd and connect there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. Never have I heard just information being broadcasted at multiple stations! 59th st/Columbus Circle and 7th Ave I heard this. Last night was a night I was happy not to be commuting on the LIRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Stephanie, arrived in Penn and it was a mob scene. Gates were being drawn and people were being forced to exit. Being on her toes she fled to Flatbush in hopes of catching a train from there. She was able to board a train to Valley Stream and with the help of Laurie's directions our Mom was able to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Jamie, was not so lucky. As it turns out a teenager was close to the tracks working on his graffiti when he got hit and killed by a train. Jamie was in the train behind the one that hit the the kid. He was on the 5:27 express to Valley Stream. He arrived home 5 and a 1/2 hours later around. The passengers who were on the train that was involved in the accident were rescued by another train that took them back to Penn Station. Jamie's train sat there until 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30 when they began heading home the conductors discovered break damage. This then lead them on a 2 hour journey to Jamaica at a snails pace. When Jamie's train finally arrived at Jamaica they transferred to a working train that was suddenly a local. None of these passengers were going to get off at the local stops since they were on an express train. Eventually Jamie made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that no one on his train freaked out. They remained calm. Since it was an early train there weren't that many people and everyone had a seat. I can only imagine the scene if people were standing. There would've been yelling, fainting, possibly even a fist fight. Early on when the announcement was made that there would be delays people quickly got up and formed a line for the bathroom. Obviously commuting pros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116811688487036670?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116811688487036670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116811688487036670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116811688487036670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116811688487036670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-and-12-hours-of-hell.html' title='5 and a 1/2 hours of HELL!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116779911090987088</id><published>2007-01-03T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:40:33.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has February been replaced!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/224088/LIRR%20ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/200/199259/LIRR%20ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can reveal very little information right now but I think my favorite ticket might be replaced. I will post it's competition in a few weeks to see what everyone thinks. I will not have this wonderous new ticket in my possession until then. Please wait and don't let the suspense kill you. I can only say that it was pointed out to me and it's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116779911090987088?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116779911090987088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116779911090987088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779911090987088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779911090987088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/has-february-been-replaced.html' title='Has February been replaced!?'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116779873642595038</id><published>2007-01-03T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:32:16.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5...4...3...2....1....!</title><content type='html'>This entry is from New Years 2 years ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the 1:46 train home with Erin because I was exhausted from the week's activities and whatnot. Usually new year's calls for the 3:49 home, but this year was different. This year we bailed early. It was almost a mistake, we were almost pulverized by fellow passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the track was announced 20 minutes before departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst idea ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so drunk I was waiting for the bodies to start piling up on the tracks. Luckily no one fell off the platform. But when that train pulled up it was every man for himself. The crowd gathered at the door and when those doors opened people went down. Pushing began, shoving ensued, screaming was heard all throughout the station. I myself took part in the screaming as I was slammed up against the outside of the train. "What the hell is wrong with you people!!??" I bellowed. No reply. Just more shoving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way into the train, stepping over a person, for had I not I would soon become the one that was being stepped over. I found seats for me and Erin and settled in to watch the insanity continue. Everyone who was on the platform as the train pulled in was able to get a seat. There was no reason for the mob scene that occurred, none whatsoever. Those that arrived later on had to stand, which makes sense. Show up late on new years for a train you're going to stand. Deal with it.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And deal with it they did. I was in the musical car. There were a group of kids singing up a storm from oldies to music from today. It would've been a nice treat had they been able to carry a tune, but at least it made the ride go by.  Sitting in front of me and Erin was a "man", she looked a lot like Lyndsey Lohan, but more butch. And her voice.......wow, she must've been a man before the operation. She kept flirting with a cop that was standing in the aisle. But her way of flirting was downright creepy, she just stared at him. She didn't even smile. I believe he smiled back out of fear. He probably thanked the lord that he was armed should she do anything drastic. Her pig friend, really...she looked like a pig, was terrified of the gun and kept moving away. Overall they annoyed me and Erin a great deal. We discussed this through Erin's text messaging, she had no voice to speak with. What a night! Everything calmed down after we changed at Jamaica. It became a smooth sailing from there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116779873642595038?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116779873642595038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116779873642595038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779873642595038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779873642595038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/54321.html' title='5...4...3...2....1....!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116779833697644514</id><published>2007-01-03T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:25:36.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hush Falls Over the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/2754/LIRR%20wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/423214/LIRR%20wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this morning would be a jam packed commute with everyone heading back to work after the holidays. My train was empty. I got a prime seat and there were still many empty seats before we even left Queens. Not only was the train empty it was quiet. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking, coughing, yawning, or panhandling.....nothing. Suddenly right before my stop I had a coughing fit. I couldn't help it. I broke the silence. People glared but what could I do? There was no way I was going to stiffle my cough and choke for strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ib went through the same thing on the LIRR this morning. She too was on a silent train and was terrified of making a noise. Where is everyone!? Why was no one working today!? Are Ib and I chumps? Should we have been fast alseep in our cozy beds instead of on dirty uncomfortable trains? Maybe. Tomorrow will probably back to normal. Fingers crossed I get a seat! I don't mind standing but it's always a nice treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116779833697644514?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116779833697644514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116779833697644514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779833697644514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116779833697644514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2007/01/hush-falls-over-train.html' title='A Hush Falls Over the Train'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116759802015377165</id><published>2006-12-31T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:47:00.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/268598/seasons%20greetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/200/161538/seasons%20greetings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As 2006 draws to a close I would like to take this moment to reflect on this past year of commuting. There were many low points in the world of the LIRR. Overcrowding, delays on top of delays, shut downs, clothing being ripped, trains being cancelled, waiting at Jamaica in the freezing cold only to board a train that smells like breath. (I hate the smell of a crowded train...all those people breathing....yetch!!!!!!! and don't even get me started on used trains....shudder!) I have to say I'm happy to have gotten out of my commuting rut when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister informed me that the LIRR tanks 3rd in the transportation systems for NYC. The only thing worse than the LIRR is the tiny rail that exists on Staten Island. Metro North is number 1, this I agree with. The subway is number 2. Since Staten Island doesn't really count the LIRR is the worst form of transportation in the area. No one is surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely banner was supplied by my brother. On the back is a 10% discount for Tracks! BEST CRAB CAKES IN PENN STATION!!!!!! If you haven't tried them yet go!!! They're located next to the ticket booth and McDonalds. Seriously, I love their crab cakes! I am on a quest to find the perfect crab cake and right now Tracks is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note everyone have a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I hope your commutes go well and thank you to all for your support and listening to me complain for hours and hours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116759802015377165?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116759802015377165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116759802015377165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116759802015377165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116759802015377165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116759763347295478</id><published>2006-12-31T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:40:33.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next stop sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/582834/Grandma"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/200/180530/Grandma%27s%20Christmas%20Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/826061/Ib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/411237/Ib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenever someone rides the drunk train there are always stories. It could be something they witnessed or about themselves. This lovely lady to the right had the ride of her dreams the Friday before Christmas. She and a friend were taking the 2:55 to Mineola but never made it. They awoke sometime around 4am in Hicksville! Had my aunt not called to check on her Ib would've slept right to the end of the line. I'm not how she got home, if someone picked her up or she took the train back. Needless to say she was dead tired when decorating Grandma's Christmas tree the following day. (the shot to the left is a very bad photo of Grandma's tree from years past. We did a much better job this year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116759763347295478?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116759763347295478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116759763347295478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116759763347295478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116759763347295478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/next-stop-sleep.html' title='Next stop sleep'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116667479492941453</id><published>2006-12-21T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:19:54.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At certain times the LIRR comes through</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on the train Jennette had a hair raising experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on the 5:19, snug and cozy, Ipod on, hands folded in my lap,eyes shut....then&lt;br /&gt;Clunk clunk clunk all of a sudden a woman comes sprinting through my traincar. We weren't even at Forest Hills, she wasn't getting up to get off yet(my 1st stop is Merrrick) what could she be running from? After that woman about 80-100 people followed all muttering about a man with a gun a few cars back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They said his behavior was very strange, he was singing and theycouldsee the gun in his back pocket. I think he was standing in the vestibule area.  People were trying to keep each other calm. Nobody flipped, just scurried to get to another car. The guy next to me and I decided we should just remain calm and stay in our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought they'd probably let him off at the next stop. Forest Hills passed, Kew Gardens passed, then finallywe stopped at Jamaica. There was not a soul on the platforms and no other trains were in the station. The doors opened for about 14 seconds, then quickly shut. We pulled out about 4 minutes leaving the man with the gun inthe arms of the NYPD. There was about 8 of them around him in a circle. The conductor made a few vague announcements, which I understand why, he didn't want people to get hysterical. He just said that we were stopping for Police Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A SCARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116667479492941453?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116667479492941453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116667479492941453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116667479492941453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116667479492941453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-certain-times-lirr-comes-through.html' title='At certain times the LIRR comes through'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116658640350701628</id><published>2006-12-19T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:46:43.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot has been going on!</title><content type='html'>Hello loyal readers....I hope there are some out there!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been away for a while. It's been a busy few weeks. I'd like to start off by letting everyone know I have a brand new baby nephew....too cute for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also announced yesterday that the LIRR will be making stops at Grand Central sometime in the year 2013. This has great potential but we all know it will probably lead to disaster. In theory it sounds great but when the LIRR is involved it can only mean one thing.....torture. Sure, shorter commute for those that work on the East side but will there be only a few trains going to Grand Central? Do all the rush hour trains have connections for this stop or will it be hit or miss? I can see the growing frustration at Jamaica now. Hopefully I wont be commuting by way of the LIRR but you never know, maybe I'll want to torment myself yet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116658640350701628?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116658640350701628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116658640350701628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116658640350701628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116658640350701628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/lot-has-been-going-on.html' title='A lot has been going on!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116598101210244529</id><published>2006-12-12T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:36:52.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the train</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first time I have take a peak rush hour train in months. I've still got it! I was on my way home to see my new baby nephew. William was only a few hours old when I entered the gates of hell....I mean Penn. I quickly manuvered through the crowd and purchased my one way peak ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The looks I got once I boarded the croweded train were unreal. I felt their eyes burning into the back of my head. Somehow they knew I was no longer a regular. I took my seat, in a 4 seater b/c I had a large bag with me. Everything was fine even though we were crammed to capacity. The truly annoying thing was the wretched woman sitting diagonally from me. She was on her phone the entire time telling whoever it was that "you can't let him do that!" "You tell him!" I really don't want to know what she was telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Penn was at it's worst and the train was overflowing I didn't mind at all. I was so happy to see my nephew, who by the way is the cutest little boy ever, that I didn't care that I had to take the LIRR to see him. It was well worth the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116598101210244529?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116598101210244529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116598101210244529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116598101210244529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116598101210244529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-on-train.html' title='Back on the train'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116532487000639447</id><published>2006-12-05T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:21:10.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight the scurvy!</title><content type='html'>On a totally random note has anyone seen the new face of Tropicana No Pulp? I was in the supermarket the other day looking for my scurvy fighting juice and had a slight panic attack. I thought they were out. My mistake, they've just updated the lable. It's sleeker, classy....hell if I weren't fighting the scruvy already I would have started the minute I saw it! I'll try and post some photos of old vs. new, but no promises. I hope what's inside the carton hasn't changed otherwise I'm screwed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116532487000639447?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116532487000639447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116532487000639447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116532487000639447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116532487000639447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/fight-scurvy.html' title='Fight the scurvy!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116532415711080014</id><published>2006-12-05T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:14:03.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/797796/November.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/586017/November.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/62800/LIRR%20ticketto%20post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/43189/LIRR%20ticketto%20post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;thank Stephanie for her donation of the November monthly ticket. It's not too bad, in person it's a little bit brighter. When she gave me November I asked to see December....they're slacking. It's the same ticket but not as bright. It's paler. It's lame. Not to mention it's probably easy to forge. I've said it before and I'll say it again the tickets should be bright and poppy. Commuters should at least get something nice out of their commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just compare November to February....see the difference!? February will always be the best ticket, something all other tickets need to live up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116532415711080014?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116532415711080014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116532415711080014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116532415711080014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116532415711080014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116519476055206653</id><published>2006-12-03T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:20:54.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrooge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/1600/700194/Mineola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2588/4191/320/892972/Mineola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas dreams have been dashed. The LIRR has failed me yet again, and I'm not even a regular anymore. I had high hopes of visiting home cost free thanks to the free tickets that I assumed were coming along with the December monthly. I was wrong, I had too much faith. Last year was probably and will be the only year that the LIRR gives a Christmas gift to it's loyal riders. Neither Jamie or Stephanie received free rides with their monthly. I'm sure it's because of the recent law suits and lack of a fare hike for next year. I guess the LIRR needs to save somehow. My 10 pass off peak ticket has become even more precious to me and I will ride the LIRR when neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take the LIRR yesterday, aside from having to wait at Jamaica for my connecting train it wasn't a bad ride. It was more crowded than I would've thought for 9:45 on a Saturday morning. I did manage to get seats to myself on both trains, which is good since I had my laundry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the train I encountered the most annoying family alive. A mother, 3 bratty kids, and an old lady cart. The cart was too big to fit down the aisle so they left it near the door. Every time the train stopped and started the cart went rolling. They watched and argued about it. They did nothing until it hit someone in the arm. Finally one of the kids went to move it but he just put it back in the same spot! He did nothing, it rolled again! They are on top of the list of stupid commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely photo above was given to me by Jamie. It's the new Mineola train station. Looks jazzy.....but it would look better if the LIRR had given out 10 passes....sigh. This one hurts. I don't know if I'll get over this blow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116519476055206653?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116519476055206653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116519476055206653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116519476055206653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116519476055206653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/12/scrooge.html' title='Scrooge!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116480764239294555</id><published>2006-11-29T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:40:42.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>This just in.....the LIRR and subway will not be hiking the fares next year!!! For 2007 your regular rates remain the same. I breathed a sigh of relief for the LIRR passengers, they're already selling their soul each month to ride the devil train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also in.....it has been confirmed that should the LIRR be kind....hahaha....and give out free 10 passes with the December monthly my dear brother will give me the free tickets! Score!!!! I don't mind paying for a 10 pass since I've had it for almost a month now and have only used 4 times, but knowing I've been given free rides from the LIRR I will use them all up. Now I have to work on getting my sister's free passes. Fingers crossed it wasn't a one time Christmas gift, last year only!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116480764239294555?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116480764239294555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116480764239294555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116480764239294555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116480764239294555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116434346051013134</id><published>2006-11-24T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:44:20.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I took the easy way out</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I was taking the LIRR home for the holiday but I managed to get a ride from a dear friend Julia. I was all set to take the rail but I got out of work early enough and I was extremely happy about that. Instead of lugging my laundry home on a crowded holiday train I went home in comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reports I heard weren't too bad. My brother managed to get a seat....a rare holiday treat. My sister on the other hand wasn't so lucky. She was standing on an overpacked train. When they reached Jamaica no one could get on or off the train! People were yelling and shoving......then cursing when the delays were announced. She even tapped a man on the shoulder and told him to move into the car so other people could get off. When she was picked up at New Hyde Park my Mom was waiting outside the car (a first in commuting history) waving her arms so my sister could see her. Her words when my sister got in the car "I've never seen anything like it!" Apparently there were about 40,000 people getting off at that stop. In reality I'm sure it was a few hundred. Either way I'm just happy I wasn't on the rail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116434346051013134?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116434346051013134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116434346051013134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116434346051013134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116434346051013134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-took-easy-way-out.html' title='I took the easy way out'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116420285828889849</id><published>2006-11-22T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:40:58.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbies</title><content type='html'>This past Friday I took the LIRR home so I could bake some goodies for our housewarming party. I caught the 9:50 train from Woodside. It was on time.....and ANNOUNCED! Usually when I take the train from Woodside you hope it's the right train. It's very rare that they announce what line and what stops are being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only person in my car and I happened to be sitting across from the conductor. She was eating her breakfast and reading the paper. Right before we approached Jamaica another conductor appeared. As Dr. Cox would say, he was a Newbie. It was his 4th month on the rail and he was still taking classes. The old timer mocked him "what you can't punch your tickets correctly?" For each type of ticket there is a different punch....WHAT!? I never knew this, I just thought each conductor had their own fancy shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked for a while and the old timer was giving him the heads up and lots of encouragement. His shift had started at 2:30am and was going until 1pm. Long day but in their words "at least you're making the money." He was also told not to let anyone jeopardize his job. Should have to kick someone off the train he should do it. No drunk slob is worth the loss of a job. I found this interesting. I wonder if there are repercussions for the conductors on the drunk trains?? That just reminded me of a great trip home one night where someone was kicked off. I must fine that entry and post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am taking the train from Woodside again. I want to avoid the madness at Penn. I'll be going home after the intense rush and will hopefully get a seat. If not at least I'll have a decent standing area since it will be well after 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy commuting and Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116420285828889849?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116420285828889849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116420285828889849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116420285828889849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116420285828889849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/newbies.html' title='Newbies'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116373607051396634</id><published>2006-11-16T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:01:10.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy it's not me</title><content type='html'>Earlier tonight I was talking to my dear sister who was complaining about her commute. She recently began taking the LIRR again after about a month long break. She hasn't readjusted to the LIRR, not that anyone ever can. She's in constant fear that she might fall through the gap. This is due to all the constant announcements regarding the gaps. She claims she's paying too much attention and that by focusing so much she just might slip through. If her train pulls in on the dreaded Track 17 she just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also encountered a poppy man who was in dire need of  a seat tonight. Apparently he didn't care that he was going to ride bitch. He approached her and asked if he could sit in the "dreaded middle seat" Steph thought that since she had her headphones on she was under no obligation to respond to him. I never did find out if he got the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've noticed I used the word dreaded twice in describing LIRR circumstances. Anyone who is a regular reader knows that I always refer to Track 17 as dreaded....sometimes deadly, but often dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I take the LIRR from Woodside. Fingers crossed it's on time and I don't miss my connecting train at Jamaica!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116373607051396634?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116373607051396634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116373607051396634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116373607051396634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116373607051396634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-happy-its-not-me.html' title='So happy it&apos;s not me'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116356458063224736</id><published>2006-11-15T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:25:05.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A hush falls over the train</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on. My commutes have been fast and quiet, just how I had always hoped they would be! I was talking to my Mom today and she finally checked out this great little blog. Her comment was "you seem much happier with this commute." Damn skippy I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia's conductor on the subway (we take the same line) was chatting on his cell phone as he was conducting. A bit odd, but not too bad. My uneventful commutes are great. I don't miss the LIRR at all. I can just picture Jamacia this week and there were probably a million of delays and people having doors closed on them. My sister, Stephanie, commutes wisely, she only takes trains that are express or do not require changing trains. If you can do that it's the best way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116356458063224736?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116356458063224736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116356458063224736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116356458063224736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116356458063224736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/hush-falls-over-train.html' title='A hush falls over the train'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116338946396874227</id><published>2006-11-12T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:44:23.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.............</title><content type='html'>Friday night I had to go to Kmart. I neede candles for my new apartment and thought they would have the best price for what I was looking for.  After work I took my old route to Penn and figured I'd walk through the main passageway to see if anything changed. It didn't! I should've known better. The crowd was filled with people determined to get home. It was every man for himself. No one was going to move aside to let someone walk by. There was no say I would make it to Kmart without being trampled. I made it though. I was able to buy my candles and walk through Penn without incident.....at least no phyiscal pain. Mentally I wasn't prepared to go back into the belly of the beast. I survived and hope that I don't have go back through there for a while. Later this week I will be heading out to LI but getting on the LIRR at Woodside. It's much calmer, although colder, there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116338946396874227?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116338946396874227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116338946396874227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116338946396874227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116338946396874227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories.html' title='Memories.............'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116326590092787913</id><published>2006-11-11T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:25:00.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delays halt fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/1600/erinonphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/320/erinonphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From this past May, although judging by beautiful scarf that Erin is wearing in the photo was taken much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night Erin and I were off to celebrate her birthday in thecity. Unfortunately our celebrationwas delayed by almost an hour. We were waiting and waiting at Stewart Manor for our train to come. Announcements were made, but only for east bound trains. "There are no train running eastbound of Bellerose due to police activity."We heard this announcement a few more times before I got fed up and went into the station house for the complaint number. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dialed and I actually got a real live person on the line! Brian tried to help me out the best he could. It was obvious he was not allowed to give out much information. I asked about the west bound trains and he said all trains were being held. I then told him that they should start making announcements for the west bound trains because no one at my station new what was going on. He told me he would "see what hecould do." I then asked how long this was going to take and he said "I can't answer that, it's up to the police."     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Another 10 minutes went by when we heard a rumor that all trains on the main lines were cancelled. I quickly called my pal Brian. I asked if all the trains were shutdown and he gave me the run around. Finally I asked about the Long Beach branch, they were up and running. I quickly called my dad to see if he could drive us over to the Valley Stream station. We were on our way to meet him on the other side of the tracks when we were attacked by bees and stopped by a woman asking what was going on. Just as we were about to head to the underpass the tracks wentdown and the train came in to the station.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was angry, we were leaving 40 minutes late and Brian failed with having announcements made for the west bound trains. As our conductor checked our tickets I found out what happened. Apparently there was a person on the tracks at Floral Park and the police had to get them off the tracks. I was shocked that he actually told us whatwent on! Normally the  response is nothing more than police activity. Needless to say we made it in to the city and were able to meet up with the group. A good time was by all that night despite the drama in getting there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116326590092787913?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116326590092787913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116326590092787913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116326590092787913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116326590092787913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/delays-halt-fun.html' title='Delays halt fun!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116313022181319973</id><published>2006-11-09T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:43:41.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hideous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/1600/ugly%20ticket.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/320/ugly%20ticket.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monthly ticket is by far one of the ugliest I've seen. It's so blah and dark....and it's for May!!! May should be poppy, filled with color! When I see brown I think spring! I've always thought that the monthly tickets should resemble the mood of the month. Brown might work for November but certainly not May. On another note I have no idea where I got this monthly ticket because I took the Hempstead line for 4 years.....whoever gave this to me thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116313022181319973?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116313022181319973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116313022181319973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116313022181319973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116313022181319973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/hideous.html' title='Hideous'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116312958478046427</id><published>2006-11-09T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:33:04.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>This was written a little over a year ago, 10/19/05 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I took the 7:54 train home to New Hyde Park. It was a ridethat was full of firsts for me. Moments after we exited the tunnel the train came to a screeching halt causing passengers to be thrust about. An announcement came over the loudspeaker "We're letting on supervision." Then there was a knock at the door. The two men standing near the door pried itopen and a loud bang was heard. A box was loaded on to the train. Next thing there was a person climbing into the train. As the conductor passed by he barely looked as he said "you're on board Steve." Steve was now on board. Apparently he couldn't make the train at Penn. Lord only knows what he was doing outside the tunnel in the middle of the night dressed in a suit, but we happened to be the train he was waiting for. Once Steve was on the train and we were moving again he took off his bright neon orange reflectivejacket and acted as if he had originally boarded on Track 21. He did not conduct any supervision.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting off the train was a harrowing experience. A man, not Steve,was blocking the doorway with a large red suitcase. His friend blocked the aisle as they talked. I was next to exit as the doors started to close. I ran through only to have the doors close on my arms and someone from behind pry them open and release me on to the platform. People were screaming curses  as the doors continued to close on everyone who was left to exit the train. Someone was not paying attention and now my arms are a little sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116312958478046427?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116312958478046427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116312958478046427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116312958478046427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116312958478046427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116304763830416995</id><published>2006-11-09T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:47:18.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great ride home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/1600/01032317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/320/01032317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had to work late. Normally I hate working late because it always means just making or missing a train. Tonight was different, I got to the subway platform around 9 and I was in my room taking off my shoes by 9:20!!!!!! If I were taking the LIRR home I wouldn't have pulled in to Stewart Manor until well after 10. I'm telling you this commute rocks!!! There are no clean train campagins, cell phone usage is minimal, and in general people understand it's not going to be a quiet ride and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was talking to my dear sister tonight. She told me that this month's monthly ticket resembles my favorite February ticket so much she thinks they're the same. She has declined my request and will not scan it in for me to compare. So sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116304763830416995?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116304763830416995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116304763830416995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116304763830416995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116304763830416995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-ride-home.html' title='Great ride home'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116299528034166909</id><published>2006-11-08T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:14:40.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;It's about 9:05am and I am not on a train. This is the life. If it were a week ago I'd either be just getting to Floral Park or still sitting in the car cursing the LIRR for being 10 minutes late. Both are very likely. It's nice to not have to leave until much later in the morning. Granted I've still been waking up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's raining today I might add a little spice to my commute. I might take the train 2 more stops downtown to catch another line uptown. This will drop me off right by my office and I wont have to walk an extra block in the rain. We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116299528034166909?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116299528034166909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116299528034166909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116299528034166909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116299528034166909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116295878238303091</id><published>2006-11-08T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:06:22.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/1600/LIRR%20ticketto%20post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/320/LIRR%20ticketto%20post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most beautiful monthly ticket I ever had. I still think about it and even hoped that one day the LIRR might surpass it's greatness. To this day they have failed. Although rumor has it this month's November ticket looks pretty darn good! I just need to get my hands on one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116295878238303091?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116295878238303091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116295878238303091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295878238303091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295878238303091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116295860022087636</id><published>2006-11-08T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:03:20.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two minds think alike</title><content type='html'>Julia just checked out my new blog site. She suggested I get the little lady with scales as my background. I was one step ahead of her. I chose this background because it reminded me of the little lady. How I miss the wallpaper on the old trains.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116295860022087636?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116295860022087636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116295860022087636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295860022087636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295860022087636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-minds-think-alike.html' title='Two minds think alike'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116295819905942269</id><published>2006-11-07T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:56:39.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/1600/LIRR%20feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2588/4191/320/LIRR%20feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tracey breaking the rules on a hot summer day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116295819905942269?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116295819905942269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116295819905942269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295819905942269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295819905942269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-tracey-breaking-rules-on-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116295706663433471</id><published>2006-11-07T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:59:59.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in....</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found my the first newsletter....the one that started it all! It was written on June 22, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, I am going to be sending out my daily LIRR complaints. If you would not like receiving these emails let me know! So my one complaint of the day is that when you're sitting next to someone on the train why do they feel it's necessary to take up as much room as possible and practically push you out of the seat!? some people are out of their minds. My major complaint today has to do with the new schedule change....when you are forced to leave 25 minutes earlier each morning for the next 3 months it would be lovely if the new train got in on time and not the time as your old regular train.....WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE RUNNING THE LIRR!??? Until tomorrow, please travel safely! Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My how things have changed.....or have they!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116295706663433471?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116295706663433471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116295706663433471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295706663433471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295706663433471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-just-in.html' title='This just in....'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329296.post-116295668771396330</id><published>2006-11-07T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:31:27.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First post ever!</title><content type='html'>Friends Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time writing since my last official morning commute on the LIRR. Let me tell you getting home that night was one of the worst commutes I had in a long time. They threw everything at me, I think to remind me of what I needed to move. Since I've moved to the greater land of commuting by subway I have taken the LIRR. There was yelling, people storming out of their seats, old ladies getting lost, and people being as stupid as always. I can't say I miss the LIRR at all. Although I do feel like a spy when I ride now. I'm not a regular, but I know the routine. I like to think it scares conductors when I reply with I know. I've got one up on them and my off peak 10 pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on the subway has been great. It's a 25 minute commute door to door!! Last night I left work at the same time I would for the 7:05 train. I was in my apartment door by 7pm! I never dreamed of being home that early. What a special treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now. I will get this blog up to speed and figure out archives and photos. Until then Happy commuting!&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37329296-116295668771396330?l=commutingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/116295668771396330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37329296&amp;postID=116295668771396330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295668771396330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37329296/posts/default/116295668771396330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commutingtales.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-post-ever.html' title='First post ever!'/><author><name>melanie7380</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005146269892429936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
