When my bus got back to Hoboken last night, the street was blocked off. I'm guessing it was a fire:
Hoboken's finest
The firemen, flashing lights and smell of smoke gave it away. It didn't seem too bad - I hope no one was hurt.
My beloved Steelers lost the big Monday Night game. I lost twenty bucks. I really thought they could beat San Fran. I offered Walter double or nothing on the color of Dan Rather's tie for the evening news. Walter didn't want to play. Walter's a smart guy. I may need to attend a gambler's anonymous meeting.
I saw a guy take a wiz in the bus station last night. And me without one of those fancy camera-phones, ha ha. The bathroom was literally one flight of stairs down. But we've all been there, right? Moving on --
If you're a fireman or an EMS worker, do you think that siren gets old after a while? I was thinking about that as I was walking past all the excitement last night.
Wow. Maybe I should have had my brother write this one.
Stay beautiful,
Bob
