Wacky Wednesday: Waiting for the Train
Now that I’m taking the train into Manhattan every day, I thought it might be fun to try something new for the blog: “Wacky Wednesday.” Every Wednesday, I’ll post something a little on the strange side from my travels each week. After three weeks of taking the train every day, I am convinced this will be a very easy task. (Though the Times security guards have convinced me that carrying my big camera down Eighth Avenue at 1 a.m. is probably not the best course of action, so I don’t think I’ll be putting up that many night shots.)
So, about today: it’s Independence Day, but for me, it’s like any other day commuting on the train. Except there’s a clown waiting for the train, and he refuses to acknowledge to me that he is, in fact, wearing a clown costume.
Okay, you got me. It’s me. I came up to visit for the 4th and my 49th and tried to remain incognito but you found me anyway! Happy Birthday to me!
Comment by Bill — July 5, 2007 @ 7:45 am
Happy birthday, bro!
Uh, you can’t possibly be 49. That makes me…
Uh, no way.
Comment by Jules — July 5, 2007 @ 9:05 am
It’s incredible, isn’t it? Catherine (a.k.a., Cathy/birdbrain) turns 50 in December. Where have the years gone??
Happy Birthday, Bill! :o)
Comment by Carolina Girl — July 5, 2007 @ 5:30 pm