

Even stranger than this former taxi are these fake-looking alleged movie taxis. They were parked within a couple blocks of each other in Inwood, and at least one is owned by an acupuncturist. (Acupuncturists get special license plates now?)



Around Isham Park, Inwood
I got on the F train at Jay Street today, and there were no lights. Other than occasional flickers, we were in the dark, lit only by sporadic tunnel lights, all the way under the river. The conductor came on over the PA and said, in full-effect Halloween voice, "Scaaaary train ride," then cackled and repeated it. Now that everyone was grinning, he said in a rapid staccato, "No it's not. No it's not. Just keep moving." Whoa.
Too bad I had to get out at East Broadway and couldn't hear more. But, speaking of East Broadway, the token clerks are getting restless:

East Broadway
Then I got thoroughly drenched by water dripping into the A train, underground, when it hadn't rained in at least 20 hours. It was an odd day.