Subway de-lay blues

The E train stopped at 34th and slowly emptied as we unplugged our ear pieces and listened to the dismal announcements. Mad scramble under the tracks to an express A. Winecruzer made it both a cardio and muscle-building exercise. Thank you, MTA "we have deficit and will raise fares and cut service" fuckers. No one has EVER got an adequate accounting from this mess of patronage.

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So where was I? A couple of hours have passed and the brilliant apercus I had boiling round me excited brain have boiled away.

Funny thing. I have come to expect that the extreme joy Italians express when they hear an American speak reasonably good Italian is akin to the amazed delight we'd feel if a cat played the violin, that is, it's a freakish occurrence that will never be repeated in our paltry days on earth.

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Oh by the way, the Muddy Boots blog should be up this weekend. Truly, mine people, you will be the first to know.

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