Engine, Engine, Number Nine

So, birdwoman is playing hostess this week. I’ve borrowed my sister’s daughter, and am showing her all the big city can offer.

Yesterday, for example, we went to New York City (or, as the Heir says, New Ork City.) We had a blast. Big buildings, pretty sky, mostly nice people… and then… somewhere in New Jersey, some poor, poor dude decided to end it all in front of our train.

We ended up sitting in the middle of Jersey (which any of my long time readers will know is pure torture for me) while they tried to save the guy, tried to figure out how the “illegal trespass,” as they were coding it, occurred, and tried to figure out how to get us to Trenton without “further” delay.

This kinda freaked out my niece. But she did really well. We ended up riding the subway in Philadelphia (by the time they got us back there, the trains out to the ‘burbs were all done for the night) at an ungodly hour. The gods of fate were certainly smiling, because there were no real weirdos out.

So, having faced the worst, we’re going to downtown Philly today. I think after that, she can face Chinablock, the independence mawl, and all the other crap Philly has to offer.

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