Ghosts of trains past
Ghosts are everywhere. This morning, on my way into Manhattan, while waiting for the F, I looked down the line. What did I see? A <Q>. Then the F passed in front of it, and it was gone.
After getting my Chinese fix, I visited the New York Public Library, and saw their exhibition on Newton. Original copies of Principia. Amazing.
Wandered up to OZ for mincha/ma'ariv.
Some phones take losing signal in the subway tunnels well. Not my T608. My battery was toast, and I had to still make calls. Headed home, ended the evening there.
But I have plans for Shabbos now.