Today I took the Long Island Rail to Mineola. A first. The end station on the route is Ronkonkoma. Can you pronounce that? Ronkonkoma. Then, on the way back, I walked several blocks with a guy I'd stopped to ask directions. He pulled out his map and we walked together. Turned out he was looking for the station too. Another First. Add to that - we both live in Fort Washington. It's not the farthest I've traveled to meet a neighbor. It was how ordinary it felt that was satisfying. All in all, a pleasant little mini-journey, deserving of a gold star. Of course when I got to Penn Station, I lost no time running into a stack of crates being hauled on a dolly. This is not a first. I helped the guy stack them back up and a policeman came to ask if we were okay.
"I'm fine. Just very tired." I said.
"It happens." He said, and wished us a nice day.