- For once, air travel was quite pleasant.
- Seriously, even the TSA people were pleasant and helpful.
- I can’t even complain about New Jersey drivers, much. The drive between Newark airport and undisclosed location was, for the most part, uneventful.
- I do believe, however, that I shall never frequent the hotel I stayed at again. It wasn’t the condition of the room (mediocre), the dearth of water warmer than piss, or even the lack of pressure for said piss-warm water. It was the fire alarm sounding at odd times, usually when I was trying to sleep.
- Scheduling a conference in Manhattan on the same day that the United Nations was meeting was probably not the best move somebody could have made. Looking on the bright side, I got an opportunity to observe New York street life for three hours as we crept along through traffic.
- Some people call it The Big Apple. I’m thinking it’s more like the The Big Anthill. How can so many people stand being so close to each other?
- Newark is one of those cities where there are islands of good places, surrounded by high fences and unarmed guards, in a sea of crackheads, strip clubs, and burned out cars.
- Seriously, I expected to see roving bands of undead to complete the scene
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Posted by daddybear71 on September 28, 2019
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cspschofield
/ September 29, 2019“Seriously, I expected to see roving bands of undead to complete the scene”
Speaking as a former resident of the Peoples’ Republic of New Jersey; they’re all in Trenton, running the place into the ground.
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OldNFO
/ September 30, 2019Welp, you survived a trip into hell, so that’s good. That is one area I stay the hell out of!
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