After sidestepping puddles of proof teenagers shouldn't drink and avoiding the belligerent couple who, in their very un-New York style, complained there were no cabs to Astoria, we stood quietly on the platform, relieved that, just two hours ago, the last twelve months were finally a thing of the past and a history we could now leave behind.
It was the best of times, it was the worse of time...
It was now just memories.
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Isn't every year like that?
Something about being on a subway platform very early in the morning of a New Year's Day highlights thoughts like these. May 2011 be proof that life goes on beyond the subway!
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