Dealing with the various types of people that ride the MTA is a whole different ball of wax.
That's true, but for the most part you learn to enjoy them, as long as they're not shooting at you.
Nothing says New York City like the smell of coffee at Grand Central at 6 in the morning. I absolutely never get tired of it.
Wow, PB you just shook a memory cell loose in my brain. The smells of NYC never leave your olfactory memory bank. For some bizarre reason I'm longing for a subway ride - The A train from 42nd St to Fulton.
Whoever exalts himself will be humbled, whoever humbles himself will be exalted - Matthew 23:12
