While kayaking yesterday in Fish Creek with Seth, I got a nerve-wracking call from Jen: Penn Station had just been evacuated moments after she’d entered it; police and National Guardsmen were yelling at everyone to “Get out now!” and, amazingly, many people didn’t budge or just stared blankly at those issuing the orders. She didn’t know what was happening, but was outside Madison Square Garden and high-tailing it away from the building, toward Grand Central and an alternate route home to Saratoga Springs via Metro North. Though we didn’t know it at the time, it turns out that, luckily, the scare was caused by some dumb-ass who “threw a backpack at an Amtrak agent and said it was a bomb.”
Bomb Scare Empties NYC’s Penn Station
Though the rest of the weekend can’t really compare in intensity to something like yesterday, it was a very good weekend. Friday night I went out for happy hour at the Parting Glass with Justin, Seth, and new friend John. Saturday Nat and I worked on the WRX, doing the 62,277-mile oil change and rotating the tires. There’s still a bunch of work to do for the 60,000-mile service, including changing the platinum spark plugs, the air filter, the fuel filter, flushing the coolant, and checking out a squeaking noise, which is possibly the brakes. Props to Nat for his enthusiasm in helping me with all the work! He, Heather, and I enjoyed a perfect-day patio lunch at Forno Toscano after working on the car.
Yesterday I made a round-trip to Poughkeepsie and back to pick up Jen from Metro North, then we spent the evening at Justin’s house for a little get together and some Norrath.
