Thin ice

I'm on the train heading for new York,  typing this on my shiny new Motorola.  An act on the face of which seems simple enough but our is annoying that it won't capitalized the new in new York.

Staring out the starboard window, staring on the ice.  All I can think about is falling in.

I'm gonna take s nap instead.  Although I worry about missing the Tappen zee.  I want to see what part of the new bridge they've built.