All It Takes Is $8 & A Dream

Well once again I’m way behind in updating the blog. Actually if you really think about it, I’m way behind in working & finally finishing the entire site! I will have it open before Halloween, that is a guarantee! In case anyone cares, this story took place on September 26, 2005. Let me not digress however.

I decided to do some railfanning today. I really wanted some shots from the Woodside LIRR station. I accomplished that goal & decided to do some more railfanning as I waited for a phone call to find out if I could see my friend after work.

I just finished shooting at 82nd StJackson Heights on the 7 when I got a phone call from my friend. She told me we could meet up for a little while before I had to head back to what she likes to call the super boonies. So I decided to take the 7 down one stop & transfer at 74th St-Broadway.

I figured I’d catch the V & take it to 53rd St for the 6 uptown to Hunts Point for the BX5. I just got down the stairs & saw the V pulling off. I could see another train coming right behind it & low & behold it was the R.

Since it was the R, I decide I’ll take it to Lexington & transfer for either the 5 or 6 uptown. I get in car #5754 which was the first one. As I sit down in a 2 seater behind the T.O., I notice what looks like a spanish woman in her early to mid 30’s across from me. I didn’t think much of it until I saw her pull out a couple of “Crossword” scratch off tickets from her bag.

I was somewhat taken back by the fever pitch like scratching that was taking place in front of my eyes. She seriously had the look of a junkie happy to get a new fix of the “good stuff”. This woman is oblivious to the fact that I’m watching her in amazement.

I could tell she didn’t win anything by the way she folded up the tickets. I figured this would be the end of it as she would fold the tickets up & put them in her bag until she could toss them later. However I couldn’t be more wrong.

I watch her fold up the tickets so she could stuff them in between a crease between the bar & seat itself. When she couldn’t fit them in there, she just tossed it on the seat intending to leave it there. The temptation of saying “hey why not put your trash in your bag” was there. However I didn’t say anything.

Maybe she felt how annoyed I was at her for doing that or the magical feeling of common sense kicked in. Yes, she did the right thing by picking up the tickets & putting them in her bag for a later disposal. So now I’m thinking this is the end but I was wrong!

A few minutes later as music is filling my ears through my torn apart headphones, I glance over at her. I notice that she is pulling out 2 more “Cashword” scratch off tickets. I thought the fever pitch scratching show was over. This time the scratching was even more eye catching.

She scratched as if she felt doing it harder would lead to financial rewards. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be as she lost again. I’m happy that she did the right thing this time & put the tickets away in her bag immediately after the tragic ending.

The train is approaching Lexington Ave so I get up & check to make sure I left nothing behind. As the R is pulling into Lexington Ave, I glance at her & she did the same to me. She gave me the infamous smile that tells you not everything is ok but lets pretend it is. The doors have now opened & as I turn away from her to walk out, I tell myself one thing. In regards to this woman, “All It Takes Is $8 & A Dream” couldn’t be further from the truth.

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Wrapping A Mind

I know this story is late but at least I’m actually writing about it! The night was Friday April 8th. I had just finished doing my first “chronicles of time” on the W. I was standing outside the stairs to the Whitehall St station. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do. I decided to call my best friend Dawn. Unfortunately she was on the phone so I figured I’d try one more friend before I made up my mind in regards to what I would do next.

I called my friend Stephanie. She seemed wrapped up in some company at her house. I figured I’d just do some railfanning before heading back to my Bronx crash pad for when I’m within the 5 boroughs for days at a time. I can’t wait until I actually move into my own place somewhere within the 5 boroughs. Lets not digress from the story though.

My cell phone rings & I see it is Dawn calling me back. We spoke for a few minutes & then made plans on the run. I was happy we made plans for a few reasons. First, I had no sense of what I wanted to do next. Secondly it would give me something to do & lastly it has been over a year since I have seen her.

The last time I saw her was when we met a bunch of WWE superstars on the eve & day of Wrestlemania 20. Why I haven’t seen her in over a year you ask? Well that is none of your business plus it isn’t the point of this blog.

We decide to meet up at 71-Continental Ave. I decided to take the most direct route which was the R from Whitehall St to the last stop. This is where my first blog opinion gets started. I’m sitting in the corner of the train & I see a guy with a couple of bags sitting across from me. I notice he has a new cd. He was admiring the new Beanie Siegel cd. I was just listening to my Jesse Malin cd when I noticed he started to open the cd.

The reason this caught my attention was because of what I see him do with the packaging. The man has a couple of bags with him yet he still felt the need to open the cd & throw parts of the wrapping underneath the seat. The kicker to this story is he took the rest of the packaging & placed it inside one of his bags. WTF??????

I don’t understand why he couldn’t just put all the wrapping in one of his bags to begin with. I could understand if it was an accident that led to the wrapping going underneath the seat. The fact is there was no accident & he purposely littered what is an already dirty enough system.

He eventually got off the train but for the rest of the ride my mind was stuck on his actions. Did a magical power touch his soul & make him realize he was wrong for throwing his wrapping underneath the seat? Who knows what he was thinking.

In the end I got off at the last stop, exited the station, crossed the street, & went up to Dawn. I will probably never see the guy again & really have no reason too. All I can hope is that he will remember his last action & do his part to keep our system clean.

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Welcome To TransitBlogger.com

I would like to take this moment to welcome everyone to TransitBlogger.com TransitBlogger.com will be the official home for my transit blog. The story of how this site came to be is quite interesting. As many of you know, I run Eye On Transit. I originally had my blog built within the layout of EOT.

I closed EOT temporarily as I decided to completely reconstruct the site to make it more search engine & user friendly. Plus I felt it needed a lighter look to go along with the current season. While working on EOT, I ran into some difficult problems incorporating a search engine friendly blog within my layout. After trying just about every possible solution including recoding from scratch, I had just about gave up on making the blog search engine friendly.

A few days ago while looking up domains, I noticed that TransitBlogger.com was available to register. I was quite shocked by this & did not hesitate to register it. Although I wanted the blog to be incorporated within EOT, I am quite satisfied with my new blog home. Quite honestly I think it might be for the best so there is no competition between the blog & my transit photos.

While I have not been the best at updating my blog often enough, I plan on changing that. So sit down & enjoy the ride as I take you into the world of transit one entry at a time!

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