So tired of this crap:
Exiting the L train onto a deserted Wyckoff Avenue, I heard a young woman in a puffy coat tell her two friends that this is the most dangerous subway stop in Brooklyn.
I hoped these kids were wrong about the dangerousness of the area, but as I strolled past the dark chain-link fences, graffitied steel garage-doors, and single-story, windowless brick buildings that line Troutman Street, I felt like I should call the location scout for Law & Order: SVU.
All in all, it’s well worth braving that short walk down Troutman Street
Painful, twisted language to avoid getting sued by the NFL
The winner receives a trip to the Big Game in New York or to Hawaii to see football’s all-stars compete on the same field.
Seriously, though, fuck the NFL.
25 Breweries I’ve visited so far in November
Widmer Brothers Brewing
The Commons Brewery
Lucky Labrador Brewing
Cascade Barrel House
Base Camp Brewing
Hair of the Dog Brewing
Mountain Goat Brewing
Very Nice Brewing
Wild Mountain Smokehouse & Brewery
Denver Beer Company
Colorado Plus Brewpub
Crooked Stave Brewing
Black Shirt Brewing
Epic Brewing Company (Denver)
Our Mutual Friend Malt & Brew
River North Brewery
Jagged Mountain Brewery
I need some rest.
Life as a Business Traveler, Day 5
Got home really late last night. Unpacked, repacked, went to sleep, woke up, went to vote, came back home and lugged my stuff to the office.
Spent a whopping 6 hours and 10 minutes at home, and won’t be back again until Sunday afternoon.
Definitely sleeping on the plane this afternoon.
New York really, really wants me to leave.
This morning, I was trying to go through one of those high turnstiles at my subway stop, and someone several people before me apparently didn’t swipe properly. Since I was last in a line of people trying to rush to get onto a train that had just pulled into the station, the person in front of me unknowingly used my swipe, and I couldn’t get in.
Since there’s no token agent at that entrance, I had to walk three blocks to a staffed entrance. During that two-minute walk, I heard three trains enter and leave the station underneath me. When I finally plead my case and the station agent let me in, a train was just pulling out… and the next train - during rush hour - didn’t show up for another ten minutes.
Naturally, that train was packed to the brim and a guy standing behind me kept elbowing me the entire ride to Union Square.
When I transferred to head uptown, I was relieved when an express train pulled into the station. As I stepped in, though, something seemed horribly wrong. Something didn’t smell right. As the doors closed behind me, I realized what the smell was, and discovered the source of it as I turned to my right. A homeless woman was sitting on a bench seat, with nobody around her, and there was shit smeared all over the bench. It was undoubtedly the most disgusting thing I have witnessed in my ten years of riding the subway in New York.
I don’t understand how anyone was taking it in stride, but there were a lot of people in that car, and nearly all of us bailed after an agonizing ride from Union Square to Herald Square.
I was complaining before about how I’m out of town for all but one of the next ten days. Now I can’t wait to leave.
Just reminding myself all day today that I have a four-day week because I’m heading to Portland this weekend.