Our most pressing problem - in more ways than one - at the time of the parade's completion was the size of the crowd in between the three of us and the subway.  It was as if the million people that the police said were there had all come and formed a human shield with the intent of keeping us off the subway.  It took ten minutes to walk one block, and we decided not to try to go the way we had originally traversed.  We turned left instead.  Towards the World Trade Center.

(Hey, I just finished a ten page paper.  I'll write more tomorrow.  In the afternoon.).

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

We were pushed along the street by the force of the crowd, and wound up in front of the World Trade Center, which promised a subway entrance inside.  We went down the stairs, and were presented with the largest number of people I have ever seen in an enclosed space.  The city of Bombay had nothing on the World Trade Center at that point.

We wandered around the building, looking for an exit to the street.  After about ten minutes (and one unplanned and very brief detour into a restricted area), we finally got back out.  We eventually made it to a different subway line, which went to 42nd Street, home of Grand Central...but it was three blocks away.  So instead of switching lines,
we just decided to walk down 42nd Street, through Times Square, to Grand Central Station.  It was a rather interesting walk, though there was a suspicious absence of crime.

At Grand Central, we discovered that the train we wanted was leaving at 2:08.  The time was 2:07.  The line was long.  We would not make that train.  We purchased tickets to get to the Milford station, where Mike's parents were leaving his car.  They were ten dollars each this time, coming at an off-peak hour.  In order to pay for his ticket, Mike needed the gas money that we would owe him - ten dollars each.  Add to that the $1.50 subway token, and I have but 6 dollars remaining.

We looked up the schedule and boarded a train that departed at 2:40.  We sat down, for the first time in hours, and prepared to relax.  Little did we know what was still in store.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Part Twelve

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |