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Adventures in bus riding, part 2

My bus trip to DC featured a typical cast of knuckleheads. But the trip back was special, short bus special even. (Like how I bring it all together?) I arrived at the station at 7:45 a.m. to find the line winding all the way back to the exit. The previous two buses didn’t run, we […]

My dream… to not ride the bus

I haven’t had a car in ten years. There’s just no need for one in New York. I live right by the subway, which can take me pretty much everywhere worth going. (That’s right Staten Island, you’re worthless. I said it. You smell funny and all your names end in “kill.”) Owning a car around […]