Last week, a water
main broke up the street from my apartment.
It was a god awful frigging huge water main. News reported that it was over 100 years old
and a yard in diameter. I am not sure
about the age, but can confirm that it was a huge mother of a water main. There are rumors of the break really being the result of a
UFO crash, but that news has been surpressed, which explains why you have not
read about it before.
Anyway, in the
middle of last Wednesday night, lots of water came out of it that should have
been going other places. One of the
places it did go to was an underground garage on the next block. It gave me another reason to be happy about not
owning a car. 91 car owners on that
block can’t say the same.
But the real damage
was to my Verizon line. It got
broke. No phone or internet for me since
last week. All I got is my new cell
phone and nobody knows the number. I am
using the computers at the local library and Janis’ office. I only get to use her computer after the last
customers leave, which is usually around 8 in the evening. I can use the library’s every day they are
opened, but their rule is only for 45 minutes and only once a day. Life has
suddenly become different.This morning there were no Verizon guys around. Last week they said service will be back
“soon.” The Messiah will also be coming
soon too according to the guys who hang around the Union Square Park. I am hoping my phone and Internet service
will be back before than. Meantime, the
activity in the middle of 13th Street and 5th Avenue is
looking very impressive.
And then it snowed:
And then it snowed:
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