Back in my grad school days I was studying in New York and my boyfriend was upstate in Buffalo, a good eight hour train ride away.
Many weekends I’d catch the train at the Harlem 125th Street station to make the trip. Then one Friday afternoon I was waiting on the platform when the train stopped and a classmate I knew got off. We were chatting when suddenly I realized the train had started moving again.
As it gained speed I began running along side, waving my arms as my duffel bag flapped on my shoulder, and shouting, “PLEASE STOP THE TRAIN, I HAVE TO GET TO BUFFALO!”
Apparently the conductor saw me and brought the train to a grinding halt. I climbed aboard, called out a loud “THANK YOU!”, and off we shuffled!
(For more about my life upstate see My Snowy Year in Buffalo)
Shuffle Off To Buffalo
Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!