OK enough already with the goofy "am I an artist" angst. Who really cares, not me or I wouldn't keep on keeping on. So onto something new to all you who take the time to follow this blog.

I was a train operator in the New York subways. I operated these trains on the following subway lines, the A,B,C, D, E, F, G, Q, R and the grand street shuttle. Prior to that I was a conductor the guy in the middle making all the announcements. I even worked the old R10 train which had air operated doors and the conductor stood on little shelves between cars and operated the doors outside the car. That was loads of fun waiting to have stuff thrown at me by crack addicts near 116th street and Broadway on the C line. I have operated trains during the morning, noon and night. I worked the midnight vampire shift and the morning shift and did overtime on my days off. I worked moving trains in the rail yards mostly in Coney Island and sometimes at 207th street. I could move trains, break them apart and put them together. I never broke anything though I did hit signals and go past stops and make the usual mistakes of learning my job. I only got into trouble once and got a day in the street without pay. But my record was pretty good. At the end I was a very good train operator before moving onto my next job. As a conductor I wasn't that good, I didn't like it, people annoyed me and my dogs were barking at the end of the day. (my feet hurt). I am a California kid so as a conductor I didn't really know where anything was, the only thing I knew about getting to Carnegie Hall was practice practice practice. hehehehe. Sorry!

The greatest moment of operating was on the midnight shift working on the A line to Far Rockaway going into the area near JFK airport. There is the flats built on swamp land going through the bird sanctuary. I would hit that area around 5 am and watch as the sky went from black to deep indigo to beginning blue as the sun rose. There was a spiritual moment to be had moving tons of steel across the rail as the sky changed my feelings into a bit of elation. It was as if I was listening to come Sunday Morning by Eric Dolphy.

ta ta for now