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Mobservations continues with guest cellphone, the Nokia N95, for the next 3 weeks. [whaa?]

The A train, for starters!

Train approaches. 42nd Street.

Same train, a few minutes later.

Many years ago, I remember this old lady waited for her son to pick her up from the 42nd street bus station. He showed up 6 hours later; She hadn’t move from her spot the whole time. But she smiled at him. No ‘what took you so long?’ No sounds that hinted at a complaint. Nothing. She held her smile as her son picked her suitcase up and commanded ‘Let’s go.’ I don’t remember him saying hello, giving her a hug, or anything that would prove he was related to her. I know it was her son because I helped her call the little prick from a payphone.

I hate waiting.  I hate those who make me wait. Now I can decide not to wait and go back home or anywhere else. But I’d hate to be old, unable to function like a normal person…and having to wait. Because I’d have to be at the mercy of someone whose heart pumps better or whose joints swing faster.

Seeing this woman above at a different bus station, almost a decade later - even looking at this picture right now - reminded me of all the people I ended up hating for making me wait. Including that prick.

After taking photos ‘properly’ for a bit it feels good to just go nuts and do it all wrong. Hell with being in focus, composition, and making any damn sense. It’s refreshing! Besides, have to keep my Stories at the Edge series going. Here’s a couple.

…NOT!

Went all the way out to the Island to find out the concert has been canceled. People were not happy. I wasn’t either. However, it wasn’t a complete waste. Got to walk around the Isle a bit and caught a mini demo of Civil War soldiers talking about fire arms during that war; they shot a couple of rounds too. Nice.

I did manage to get some pictures out of this ‘journey’. Slideshow in full-screen.

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