Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 28th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on February 28, 2010 in my old blog.
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
No, I’m not talking about the John Hughes comedy with Steve Martin and John Candy. I’m talking about my escape from New York. And no, it’s not about the John Carpenter sci-fi film starring Kurt Russell, either. Jeez, talk about a one-track mind. You gotta get off this movie kick.
What I am talking about is my getting out of midtown Manhattan after it was blanketed by a major winter storm while I was there attending a conference.
I flew to New York on Wednesday night, which was a bit of an adventure in and of itself, and was supposed to fly back to Boston on Friday afternoon. But with around a foot of snow accumulating between Thursday morning and Friday afternoon, my return flight from LaGuardia was canceled. Fortunately, the travel agent was able to book me on the Amtrak Acela Express train out of New York’s Penn Station to Boston’s South Station. Hurray! I was able to escape from New York.
There was one complication, though. My car was parked at Logan airport. So once I got to the train station in Boston, I needed to grab a cab to get me to Logan, where I retrieved my car and drove home, arriving about seven hours later than planned.
Okay, my planes, trains, and automobiles adventure was not quite as entertaining or funny as was that of Steve Martin and John Candy. Nor was my escape from New York as harrowing or exciting as was that of Kurt Russell, despite a closed airport and canceled flights. But it was my adventure, and I have so few of them in my life that I felt compelled to share this one with you.