Long hair

My hair's not all that long from the standpoint of Legolas or Braveheart, but it's long enough that when my bus goes over multiple bumps, my hair is now discernable on my head. It shakes and I can feel it. Should I whack it off?

Not smelling toast...

There's a distinct smell / aroma in the air. It's good and homey and makes me think of my grandmother cooking in the autumn. Corn. Stewing corn. The essence was almost gone before I could put my finger on the discription. It's not the smell of toast, which is supposed to signify the onslaught of a stroke (right?), but my grandmother's stewing corn. What's that signify? Especially on a bus in the Lincoln Tunnel pulling into Manhattan on a rainy, dreary day? What would I be smelling corn?

Images stuck in my mind

Work boots
Dirty jeans
Hard hats
Scaffolding and safety vests
Henley shirts under flannel

Dark blue polyester
Black hats
Shiny leather boots
Unnecessary sunglasses

What are these images of? Where did I see them? They make me lunge toward the window of the bus...

Lovely Day

Gorgeous, lovely day in the NYC environs. Close to 70, no snow, the rains have disappeared and there's a nice breeze. Just a lovely day for a commuter.

Fun start with buddies

My day had a fun start. While I was posting this morning, two buddies, mondragon and showmeonthedoll were reading my posts. The fun part was running into them through Port Authority about 10 minutes later!