Homeless on the Subway

A story to go along with this story about a 20 percent increase in homeless people living on the New York City subway.

On Friday morning, I get on the subway followed by a man with beat-up red sneakers, torn clothes, and a ripped bag. He's carrying newspapers and proceeds to try to sell them to the many commuters packed in the train car. When no buys, he yells some obscenity and exits the train.

Another man gets on wearing a sweatshirt the color of dirt and raggedy old pants. He walks thru the car asking for change, but no one gives. When he gets to the opposite end, he decides to perform some sort of Indian-type chant as a song and walks through the car singing loudly while sort of dancing. Still, no one hands over any money.

As he walks through the car, he spots a young woman with her purse on her lap. He approaches and says something untoward. The man next to her becomes irate and steps in.

"Why don't you leave people alone?" he demands to know. "We're hard-working people going to our jobs and no one here is gonna give you anything for your drug smoking habit."

The homeless man looks shocked and begins to walk away, but then turns back and curses and threatens the man.

"Don't you threaten me," he says. The homeless man keeps walking.

I leave the underground thinking this has been quite a morning when I suddenly hear cars screeching and people shouting. Down from the intersection, another homeless man has walked into the middle of the street in front of fast-approaching vehicles. He's wearing what looks like a plastic bag and holding up his hands in a stopping motion as cars skid to a halt just inches from his body.

One wonders if he really wanted them to stop.

Drivers curse and he moves on, trying to vanish in the crowd but still easy to see.

Road Trip to the Great Smoky Mountains

I used to blog, and then I stopped.

Today, I decided to start fresh. I wasn’t sure where to begin, so being it’s the start of fall, let’s talk about what I did on my summer vacation.

We try to go somewhere different every year. A new place to explore, a new adventure, new mayhem to make.

Inside the Pink Cadillac Diner in Natural Bridge, Virginia

Inside the Pink Cadillac Diner in Natural Bridge, Virginia

So this year we packed the Flex and hit the road to the south to the Great Smoky Mountains. We drove from Pennsylvania, stopped in Maryland to pick up our eldest daughter, traveled through a part of West Virginia, passed by the inspiring Blue Ridge Mountains, stopped for lunch at the awesome Pink Cadillac Diner in Natural Bridge Virginia, and continued all the way to beautiful Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Our cabin was located just outside of town, up a mountain and a very steep driveway.

The diner was a cool spot to stop, right out the 1950s complete with Elvis statues, neon signs and a pink Cadillac parked out front. Not to mention, the food is terrific. The Elvis burger is mighty tasty,.

The road trip took a good 12 hours with all the stops, but the scenery and the chance to travel through so many of our great states made the journey all the more worthy. I so much prefer to drive across the country compared to flying. There’s so much to see and so many interesting people to meet.

The video below shows more of the road trip. I’ll have more to share soon!