Day 2

This morning I had to ask an 18 year old girl with a machine gun for directions. I got off on the wrong train exit at Wall Street and there she was with two other soldiers. I asked her because I wanted to see a 5 foot 2, 18 year old girl with a weapon and too-big helmet say, "I dunno". (Actually I was hoping she'd know) She was cute; picture Lynne in oversized fatigues. Wait, the girl was probably taller. Nevermind.

I arrived here early to find that no one had made coffee and then I realized that it was MY job.

I'll check in later...