A long, strange trip

Early morning for me, here's what I'm riding into today. Happy MLK Day, all. I'll be working.

To my fellow straphangers, The train will still be there in a couple minutes, after everyone gets off. We're at the end of the line for the 7 train, not halfway to Manhattan. You have more than just 30 seconds or so to hop on. So please, just back up. Let us off the train, give us more than a single-file space to maneuver. I'm a big dude, and my balance sucks, so sometimes I need a little more space. Oh, and to whoever it was that grabbed my ass this morning: my wallet was in the other pocket. Thanks for playing!

I spoke too soon yesterday, and now we're expecting snow Sunday. As I write this, from the Q15 to Whitestone on the way to work, I'm drenched from a January rain. I prefer being cold to wet, so bring on the snow. Until then, enjoy the first picture I took in my neighborhood in Queens in July.

Saying it's been a mild winter is putting it, well, mildly. We've had only one snowfall in the city so far, and it was before winter even started. I'm not complaining. Here's a glimpse at what things should look like right about now.