SRS, let's just say I like my anonymity. :) I DO like this board very much.
Leadfingers, your comments triggered another NYC Army days true story from me. It's about my very first day in New York.

I had to get to Fort Jay to sign in my permanent duty station with the medics. So I HAD to ask questions. Maybe it was because I was in Class A uniform and heavy duffel bag I was schlepping they were helpful. At Grand Central, I asked the clerk at the big round info center. They said, take the South Ferry train. My foolish pride kept me from asking more specific questions. Now years later, I ask ANYONE directions, which is not supposed to be a "guy thing." HA! Tis a fool who doesn't ask questions.

So I DUH nodded and noted I had lots of time to get to wherever South Ferry was. I was so thirsty. So I left my duffel bag in what I figured was a very dark cornered niche that no-one would notice. HA! That's like leaving your rifle someplace during a shooting war.

Wh00ps more later. Gotta to across town to breakfast. I WILL continue this, rather than start over and lose the inspiration. TO BE CONTINUED, FRIENDS!!!