Memorial Day and The Iron Horse

So riding the iron horse from Parkchester to work on Memorial Day is a literally a trip. The train is packed to the doors with passengers heading home from their jaunt to The Puerto Rican Riviera: Orchard Beach. Loud, vulgar and cursing like sailors (and that's just talking about the teenage women that sat in front of me) my ride is punctured by shrieks, squeals and slurs. Now that wouldn't be unlike any other day of riding the 6 train from the Bronx to work except for the next fellow I'll elaborate on.

The weirdest sight is the man with a fire bandana, sunglasses and possibly all the jewelry that he owns around his next. Now this happy fellow is sitting with a black shopping cart full of beach items such as an umbrella, a small cooler and a number of bags. Now that's not totally odd but for the small bag that sat at the top of the cart that moved at random intervals. Apparently, this gentleman went to the beach, accompanied by two small kittens. These two little white and grey furballs had a day at the beach. Guess he didn't want to leave them alone on Memorial Day. How thoughtful of him. Luckily for him the seagulls didn't get a hold of them. That would have made for a hell of a memory.

BTW: Thank you to all the veterans who have and are giving the ultimate sacrifice so I can sit here and ramble and babble about bullsh$t. Thank You.