notes from the commute

The only thing worse than this:


(McDonald's, underground, in the train station)

is this:


(raw bar, underground, in the train station)

Both, uh, conveniently located near tracks 18 and 19.

K was wearing his Red Wings (swoon).



Lots of other people were sporting their LLBeans (super sold-out).



And me?
Commuting on Day Two in Snowbound City?
Wellies, my friends.
The slush in the crosswalks is six inches deep.