Franklinsanity

5:09 pm, Queens, NY somewhere in Jamaica Avenue:  I am sitting in inevitable, and inevitably aesthetically displeasing, outer-borough traffic. 

At least bumper-to-bumper on 280, or 101 north of the GG, has scenery. Here?  Lotta barbed wire, graffiti and tire stores. 

So I did the plane. I am heading to a train (new Rochelle, just to take the ambiguity out of the trip) and am currently in an auto. Check, check, check. 

Now the only issue is will I arrive at the train station in time to catch the next and most convenient train?  

The race is on. Also wondering if I will get rained on – skies look a little ominous. 

Super hungry. Could literally eat the Kleenex box in the back of this uber. Kingsley seems to like the stuff. But out of respect for the driver, I’ll pass. 

For now.