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And the excitement never stops around here. This morning I arrived at the subway station to find the turnstiles all blocked off with pink tape. Hoardes of people are being shooed away, are milling like addled cows over towards the Roosevelt Island tram station. The grapevine let it drop that there had been a bomb scare at 34th street, thereby closing the entire subway line. The only way off the island for subway commuters was by tram.

There are two tram cars, one always going to and one always coming from Manhattan. Their lawful capacity is no more than 126 persons. I'm not sure how much the average subway holds, but I am certian is substantially more than that. The lines for subway tokens (for the tram does not accept Metrocards) were not to be believed. I met my dad there; he decided to go home, but I pressed bravely forward, stufffing myself into a tightly packed tram car for three and a half minutes of sweaty companionship with cranky strangers. A good time was had by all.

And I'm only about 45 minutes late, so. Not too bad.

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