104:159) Eric A. Hochman
Date: 19-APR-94   2:55

 I hope you all had fun making your own Zima, but now it's time to get back
 to the main subject of thiz item - YELLOW TRAINz.

 Oh fuck...I'm still doing it.  How long do the effectz of this damn Zima
 lazt?

 Um, where was I? The end of Thursday night, when, despite valiant efforts,
 I failed to photograph a yellow train.  I'm not one to give up easily, so
 the next night, there I was, back on the Upper West Side.  It looked like
 I was in luck this time - there was a yellow train waiting right outside
 the station, on the express track; by now, I'd know that single headlight
 anywhere.  It could only be a matter of minutes before it would come into
 the station, and I was ready for it.

 I waited.  10 minutes passed.  A local came and went; the yellow train
 didn't move.  10 more minutes, and an express came in - ON THE EXPRESS
 TRACK.   I suddenly had THE FEAR, for two reasons.  First, it was clear
 that the yellow train KNEW I WAS THERE, so it wouldn't come into the
 station (and if you think I was going to walk out to the train, J PSYCH.
 NOW!!!!)  Second, there are only two downtown tracks into 72nd St.  The
 yellow train was on one of them.  It never moved.  Real trains arrived on
 both tracks.  I'm not an expert in such things, but I suspect major
 physical laws were violated.

 Janet, where did you disappear to? I was going to buy you a Zima...

 The trip home was surprisingly uneventful, so I won't bore you with it.
 But before you go to sleep, I want to talk about POETIC LICENSE. Some
 folks think that means you should need a license to write poetry, which
 is true, but beside the point.  Some of you think that I make all these
 posts up - that no one could see that many yellow trains and live.
 That's why tonight was a milestone in the tale of the yellow train -
 THERE WERE WITNESSES.  After the Art Bar, Viadyer & Marion Davis walked
 with me to 14th St, and were there on the platform when a little yellow
 train (the token transporter with all the bars on the windows) went by.
 Now I must admit that it didn't stop or do anything unusual (just one
 supercilious honk as it passed me), but THEY SAW IT.

 The yellow train lives.
 Be afraid.

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104:160 ) Janet Tingey
Date: 19-APR-94  22:42

 I'm still here

 but I won't take another word seriously until you supply photo reference
 for the t-shirt.

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