Chronicles Continued

Some days I think, just shoot me!.  People post such uncensored, un-thought-thru remarks, and sometimes just plain and simple stupid ones.  Why do I look!

one of my astute readers Ms A sent this story about conductors in Japan and their point and speak habits.  Such a great read. want to share it with you all.

Thanks A.

http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/pointing-and-calling-japan-trains

Last night, on the way home via subway, at 12 midnight I happened upon a MTA engineer in my subway car.  I started to ask him questions: what was it like to be all day underground?  Did he ever see homeless people in the tunnels, had anyone ever jumped, fallen or been pushed in front of his train?  Then the biggest question, why does the conductor lean out of his window and point his finger at the striped boards hanging above his head. [You might recall the YouTube video of the clever kids who made signs and stood below the striped boards.  The signs read with comments -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9jIsxQNz0Mike- and since he/she had to point their finger anyway, it was a good laugh for all.]  HOWEVER, the video said it was silly to show he was paying attention.  So last night i asked: why does he/she point their finger?
HERE IS THE PROFOUND ANSWER:  Each train is 10-11 cars long.  When the train comes to a halt in the station, and the conductor is just in front of the stripped board, and he points at it, he is indicating that the entire! train is in the station.  That if all the doors open, no one will fall out onto the tracks.  It is a safety measure.  And every conductor does it, religiously, because there are undercover MTA personnel checking on them all the time.  And you will be fired if you miss it.

…a company that sells professional culinary equipment.  And does it ever.  The walls of the entrance and all around the elevator are decorated with the business cards of the companies that buy there.  Impressive.

This is on par with a Bentley.  This coffee machine is likely 36″ long and 24″ tall.  My photo graph does not do it justice, in the least.  Additionally it is the most wonderful shade of lime green ever seen beyond a Bahamas beach.  I tried to get a picture of the ‘brand’ but was unsuccessful.  Guess you’ll just have to come see it for yourself.

There it is.  Always so close and unexpected and impressive.  This shot if from the cafe in the Jewish Holocaust Museum on lower West Side.

A musical.  My personal taste can only tolerate about 2 musicals in a calendar year and I am already beyond my limit for 2017.  However, I would make an exception to see this play “Come From Away’, again.  It is the story of Gander, Newfoundland, on 11 September 2001 when the skies over the USA were suddenly closed to all air traffic.  The planes scheduled to land in the States, those coming from Europe and farther East, and had passed the point of no return, were directed to land at the airport Gander in Newfoundland. Gander, a town of [google: the last conservativetreehouse.com for the complete story. Site won’t let me copy/paste] 10k hosted 38 planes filled with passengers.  It is such a heart warming story and those in the Atlantic Providences always speak of guests as having ‘Come From Away’.  This will certainly tour.  Put it on your must-see list!

The Great Comet of 1812.  A new musical. This is the staging.  Throughout the seating in the theatre are small tables with lamps secured in the center.  It gives the illusion that we are seated at a cabaret show.  During the show the actors are literally, all over the place.  Up and down the sides of the theatre via steps built from the ground to the balcony, along the front of the balcony, behind on the division in the balcony, singing, dancing, handing out tiny boxes of Russian pastries and music makers, playing violins, accordions and over-the-top antics .  Quite a production.

This bench was put out for the trash by a tenant in my complex [which means by someone in one of the 4 buildings [all attached and looking like one building from the front].  Close inspection of the bench found that it had no cracks or snags.  I would love to put it in a garden, but not having one, tried to find a business to take it.  Tried the restaurant next door.  They didn’t want it, they have an outdoor bench.  I suggested this one was better.  They declined.  Asked the White Horse across the street, they had enough with their tables and chairs.  Asked the ‘mini-wallmart’ if they wanted it, but she said as they were not a ‘food-selling-establishment’ they could not put it outside.  Asked the super to our complex if we could put it on the curb, so that the smokers would sit there and use it.  He said he would be fined for ‘leaving something curb side’.  I put it on the curb anyway.  And within 20 minutes, a sweet young thing was sitting on it smoking.  By the end of day, it was back on the trash heap. Not one to be deterred removed it once again from the trash heap, or at least set it upright and went to see the bar next door.  He, the manager/owner? rather hemmed and hawed… but said ok, if I would set it up, he would entertain it in front of his establishment.  As I was on my way to class at HB Studio, I didn’t have the time to stand around and chat, but he took the time to say, look it is 4:40 and I don’t think it will last very long there; some one will take it.  Fine, I said, just as long as it doesn’t end up being crushed by the garbage truck.  10:00 p.m. after class, I stopped by the bar.  Bench still there.  Owner/manager not, but another person-of-responsibility was behind the bar.  I told him about my encounter with owner/manager and would he pass along the message that at 10 pm bench was still in place.  He said he would and he also said he liked the bench there.  Looked like it belonged. I agreed.  Now a week later?  The bench is still there.  Looks like it was a match made in heaven.