It's over!

PRAISE THE LORD....the strike is OVER!!! And just in time, my poor hips were just about give out on me during the trek home last night. And I know I shouldn't be complaining, considering there were folks walking 3 hours across the Brooklyn Bridge, but whatever, I have skeletal issues...my father would call it Wuss-itis, isn't he the sweetest. But thankfully I will not have to open Christmas presents with an ice pack on my back this year. Yes this morning the Subway was back to normal - slow, crowded, smelly, and totally wonderful! I have never been so happy to ride alongside the crazy folk! And in Grand Central, sounds of the station performers echoed down the tiled corridors once again. I tell you there's something about a black man in a cowboy hat playing the banjo. I always wonder if I like him so much because he reminds me of my Southern roots, or if it's just the idea that "one of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't fit." Regardless, the guy plays a damn good slide guitar!

So come on in, Manhattan's fine!