Only in New York

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 6:00 am, to catch a train up to Newark, New Jersey. This morning, I woke up at 5:30 am in Riverdale, New York, and, before the sun rose, was on a shuttle flight back to D.C. By 9:30, I was sitting at my desk, in my office, just like any other day.

It's been a whirlwind.

Anyway, I mostly slept on the plane. But I did stay awake long enough to read this story in the New York Times:

After Mr. Cintron recently died, Mr. O’Hare, 65, and another friend, David Daloia, also 65, whose last known address was in Queens, tried, without success, to cash a Social Security check of Mr. Cintron’s, the police say. They realized that they needed their dead buddy’s help.

So on Tuesday afternoon, the police say, they dressed Mr. Cintron’s corpse, carried him down a flight of stairs and heaved his body into a computer chair with wheels. Outside, they rolled him over the uneven sidewalk, pulling the chair toward Pay-O-Matic, a check-cashing shop on Ninth Avenue.

My last thought, before I drifted off to sleep was, "Hey, I saw that movie before."