Standing here, leaning over the bar counter of the subway train headed for Milford I watch as the ticket lady walks down the center of the subway cars collecting tickets. She just took mine a few moments ago. I'm trying to identify what a typical New Yorker looks like. So far I have no conclusion and I may never since my short visit in New York is already almost over. My connecting flight from Philadelphia to Laguardia airport in a twin engine prop plane arrived at about 8am. I then took the Express bus to Grand Central Terminal. Wow! The Big Apple. I have to say, you haven't seen a big city until you've seen New York. And I thought LA was big. My perspective has forever changed. Real estate must cost a fortune here, and not a single square inch is unused. I think every person visiting New York for the first time would suffer a strained neck injury for constantly peering up at the skyscrapers which literally scrape the sky as they seem to compete for sunshine like tall canopy trees of the Amazon.
There actually is a bar on this train but they only serve drinks during the evening rush hour on weekdays. A menu has prices posted for beer and wine. Beers from 2.75 and wine costs 5.50. Juice and sodas are also served. I overheard one of the passengers say that only the Connecticut trains have a bar.
It's an hour and a half ride to get to Milford. From there I will contact Ricardo to have someone pick me up and take me to the boat.
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