The F-Train Trap

Sunday aft, I went deep into Brooklyn, back to the old neighborhood where I used to live, to have literally one drink.

St. Patrick's Day weekend and the streets were... braced for chaos.

Best part: all Manhattan-bound F-trains were jacked up. Like some sort of classic Brooklyn trap. You can get in but you can't get out.

This is approximately the route I walked trying to find a train back into Manhattan because I didn't want to blow money on a taxi:


The Gowanus Canal is real pretty this time of year.