The High Holiday season is filled with weeks where each week is filled with the prep of the equivalent two or three Thanksgiving dinners in a week plus three days each week where all work is forbidden. So for a month each day of the week feels like a Friday, a Shabbat or a Sunday. My husband and I kept asking on another what day it was. My sister was in the hospital, (she is OK now, thank you for asking), and needed someone to escort her home and help her transition to home. I took the train. It was my first time in the new Moynihan train station, (the former post office building on 8th Avenue across from Penn Station). I hadn't taken the train to Boston in several years. It is just so much more civilized than taking the bus. I love seeing Manhattan recede from view. We passed Costco! I have often stopped before I do my shopping to admire the view of the railroad bridge and the approach ramps of the Triboro bridge. I loved looking back at my usual point of view. One of the best th...
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