Am I My Brother’s Weeper?


Two weeks back as a daily NYC subway and suburban train commuter, and I found myself stuck among thousands of others when a major, indefinite delay interrupted my trip home.
Already exhausted from a long day at work, my initial reaction was, well, something stronger than “damn.”
This time, it wasn’t the fault of the LIRR.
The announcement was made: some “unauthorized person” had intentionally walked onto the tracks and was struck, and presumably killed, by an oncoming train on my line.
All service was “indefinitely suspended


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