Trains Are Not Mythical Creatures.
Grand Central Station
Imagine my surprise, coming from the southwest, when I walked in to Grand Central Station and discovered that there are trains, in abundance, that can…take you outside New York City!
It’s true. Trains are not the mythical creatures I once thought they were.
For my maiden U.S. train voyage, I went to visit a good friend at his college for his birthday about an hour and half away. The ease. I wish I had taken some pictures of the festivities, but, ya know, typical epic 21st birthday.
Other happenings of late. I’ve had some good wandering adventures. I found this igloo for one thing, which I want to be my new home.
My new home.
Snowy parks at night may well be my new favorite thing. For some reason (and I’ve discussed the same thing in Albuquerque) even though I’m surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, it’s still possible to find beautiful places that are completely deserted. Surely, I’m not the only person who has the thought to take a walk in a park at night? Am I going to get chainsaw murdered? Am I? 
Also in the same evening: hipster-watching in Williamsburg. I did see many a pair of sparkly leggings and a lot of handlebar mustaches, but goddamn it, Williamsburg has the coolest apartments! Everything is some graffiti covered, vaguely foreboding, waterfront loft. Found out about one of the apparent quintessential hipster bars there, Union Pool. Scout Niblett is playing there in a few weeks, and this little hipsterette is getting her legging-clad ass down there!
Last night I was sent on a scavenger hunt for circles. I found these:
Columbus Circle. Isn't Columbus...passe or something now?
Some globe thing. It's probably famous.
I encourage all of you to send me on similar hunts. I need more wandering destinations.
You’re so cool. I want be your friend. Send me pics. I show you mine. You show me yours. Yes?
GREAT PICTURES. My blog is so picture-deficient. I thought you’d hung around railyards before, though. Maybe they just didn’t have any trains in them.
A whole month goes by, and you don’t tell me you’re doing a blog??? What’s up with that?
The probably famous globe thing is, if I’m seeing it right, from the 1964 Worlds Fair that Grandma Susie and your mother both attended.Your mother was 4 then. Maybe they stood in the the exact spot that you were in when you took the picture. Grandma brought me a plastic replica of the globe and it’s still probably in the house in NC.