Death, Taxes & Jersey
Two days in Jersey this past weekend. Saturday was with Papa Epstein and the rest of Zoe’s family via Princeton Junction. Sunday involved a crazy interchange of Zoe delivering her father a present she had forgotten to bring with her, a train to Trenton, another train to Paterson, and Josh driving the Nissan Versa rental with Ryan and I. We picked Zoe up in the insanely industrial town of Paterson, drove to Fairfield to yet another bizarre Jersey furniture/marble/glass industrial park off of Hwy. 46, to the New Jersey Rock Gym. It was alright. This past Friday I took the train up to Valhalla, NY in Westchester County and found “The Cliffs Gym” cleaner and more enjoyable. Also, getting to and from Jersey is brutal. Metro North from Grand Central Station is much more pleasant any day of week. I think that the Hudson Line is probably the nicest, and obviously parts of Westchester are just as nasty post industrial as Paterson, NJ or West Hartford, CT for that matter. So yeah, we did more gym climbing. I got my taxes done. The weather seems like it may finally be turning. We’re almost done with the 1st season of “The Wire” via Netflix. Slowly but surely we are archiving all our music CD’s to .FLAC and high quality 320 kbps .MP3. My fingers hurt if I climb too much.