Sunday 6/9/2002:
I'm at work around 11AM, the boss comes in, makes an announcement about leaving. Everyone packs up and takes the rest of the day off. As I leave the office (a large undivided space), I see three people who've stayed behind to work. As I exit the building, I notice a subway entrance near the door (that I'd never seen before). I enter it, trying to consciously remember the route. Other people walk brsikly about. I'm near the turnstiles when we hear a train coming. We all scramble to get thru the gates and jump on the train just as it pulls off. The train is only a metal framework with no walls or windows. People are yelling for a woman to get off the top of the train and get back inside "the plane." Chris Hapka was a few rows ahead of me in the same train car. We talked about the new subway entrance (which he already knew about).
When I get back home, it's still daylight out. There's a party winding down. I'm about to go to bed. I make the rounds to make sure everyone can get home safely. A woman reporter who just finished interviewing my dad gets ready to leave. I offer to let her stay the night in one of our many spare bedrooms.
As I look out the window, I see lots of kids, older men and other people milling around. I yell for a few of the teenagers to be quiet. I tell them "dad" is asleep in the living room. I make some comment to a Junior Soprano-looking guy about all the noise.
Later, at the same place, my parents (Sharon & Ozzy Osbourne) come up to me and give me 3 clusters of chicken bones. I check each one out and ask them how much they are.
I'm at work around 11AM, the boss comes in, makes an announcement about leaving. Everyone packs up and takes the rest of the day off. As I leave the office (a large undivided space), I see three people who've stayed behind to work. As I exit the building, I notice a subway entrance near the door (that I'd never seen before). I enter it, trying to consciously remember the route. Other people walk brsikly about. I'm near the turnstiles when we hear a train coming. We all scramble to get thru the gates and jump on the train just as it pulls off. The train is only a metal framework with no walls or windows. People are yelling for a woman to get off the top of the train and get back inside "the plane." Chris Hapka was a few rows ahead of me in the same train car. We talked about the new subway entrance (which he already knew about).
When I get back home, it's still daylight out. There's a party winding down. I'm about to go to bed. I make the rounds to make sure everyone can get home safely. A woman reporter who just finished interviewing my dad gets ready to leave. I offer to let her stay the night in one of our many spare bedrooms.
As I look out the window, I see lots of kids, older men and other people milling around. I yell for a few of the teenagers to be quiet. I tell them "dad" is asleep in the living room. I make some comment to a Junior Soprano-looking guy about all the noise.
Later, at the same place, my parents (Sharon & Ozzy Osbourne) come up to me and give me 3 clusters of chicken bones. I check each one out and ask them how much they are.
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