(continued from September 30, 2017)
...Yeah, it was Flushing.
I vaguely recall the subway ride to Queens. I thought it was strange that we were not underground. I soon discovered that the subway tracks ran above and below ground. The art work, known as graffiti, on some of the trains was amazing with vibrant colors, bubble letters, and something called "tags". Needless to say I wasn't paying much attention to my hosts. Joyce did teach me better than that. Where were my manors?
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