tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post8562365344909871925..comments2024-02-14T03:19:28.395-05:00Comments on Vagabond Journeys: No PushingDBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144446186279708019noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-22847512961188294022010-03-08T11:52:10.560-05:002010-03-08T11:52:10.560-05:00I think it is because there is a collective consci...I think it is because there is a collective consciousness that takes over. Even though everyone has different destination, they have to work together to accomplish that goal.Big Mark 243https://www.blogger.com/profile/10974573439218884164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-17935558580833813842010-03-08T11:02:49.925-05:002010-03-08T11:02:49.925-05:00I have lived in two places where I took the train ...I have lived in two places where I took the train to work, San Francisco and Chicago, and I have to admit that I never had problems in either place. I liked the Chicago location because I could get a beer or three before taking the train, and only slept past my stop once :o)Ken Richeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425810816600512504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-12950974121700134932010-03-08T01:56:57.778-05:002010-03-08T01:56:57.778-05:00From my friend Marty.
You really had to be a troo...From my friend Marty.<br /><br />You really had to be a trooper in the mines of the subway and ferry undergrounds to appreciate what my friend, Dana, is talking about. You're a Native New Yorker. Yeah, it's like taking the next bite out of your toasted poppy-seed bagel with whatever you had on it... scrambled egg with bacon, or cream cheese, or buttered, or whatever, but you had it the same way every morning at the same place at the same time and it tasted the same way, "Great!" every time. So, hoop-de-doo. And all these little ins and outs of the New York City subway system, man, you were always half comatose while doing it and it always was splendid. How did we manage? Oy ves mea(?)! There's no body saner than Dana.DBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09144446186279708019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-65850197813041972742010-03-08T00:59:46.197-05:002010-03-08T00:59:46.197-05:00I am always amazed at how civilized and polite peo...I am always amazed at how civilized and polite people are on our city buses no matter how dirty and even stinky the homeless might be who ride quite often, the druggies that nod out, the obese, even up to as high as 3 wheel chairs, and you know how long they take to load, unload, strap in, etc. You might hear intimate details in a cell phone conversation but not any heated exchanges among passengers hardly ever. I even saw a person get on in full clown outfit with long curled toe shoes on and nobody turned a hair, just acted like he was dressed pretty much like anybody else. Which is why riding the bus is not too traumatic to me as long as there is this much toleration of human beings for each other.Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00771917880182186281noreply@blogger.com