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This picture came from a Halloween party my wife (then girlfriend) and I attended at a friend's house way back in 1983. What made this e...

My wife and I hadn’t been on a date since the Clinton administration, so she was a little surprised when I called her from work on Saturday ...

This video does a pretty good job of portraying what life on the spare board ( on call ) is like, and it reminds me of why I usually work ni...

I recently read a David Sedaris story, about how his mother revived a puppy that was born the runt of the litter by placing it in a casserol...

“ The only stupid question is the one left unasked…” Whoever came up with this saying was obviously never a railroad conductor. We get st up...

Junk By Paul McCartney Motor cars, handle bars Bicycles for two Brokenhearted jubilee Today we had a neighborhood tag sale, and if it...

It was dusk when my train rolled round the curve in the South Bronx and headed ove r the blue railroad bridge that traverses the Harlem Rive...

Wow! What a whirlwind day. This "Derailed" blog thing has really taken off. One of my readers invited me over to her estate on 42...

Like any service industry, the railroad gets a lot of letters of complaint. Passengers write to complain about late trains, dirty trains, ho...

No, the above picture is not me! David is a mentally challenged man who lives in town. He can be regularly seen pedaling his bicycle up and ...

Friday 08/04/2006-02:22 a.m. New Haven. Last stop. If this blog has given you the impression that my job is all glamour and celebrities, thi...

This past weekend, the editorial board at “Derailed” gathered together in our conference room around a ridiculously long oak table. At the h...

I returned to work on Tuesday after a week's vacation. When I got to the sign-in room in New Haven, I found Bill, my regular engineer, l...

If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air, Quaint little villages here and there You’re sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod If you like ...

No, I didn’t have Sigmund Freud on the train, but I do sometimes wonder what he would have to say about my obsession with celebrity. I pic...

That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet." --From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2) Last night I worked with an e...

As the reigning Conductor to the Stars, I am always looking over my shoulder. There’s always seems to be some upstart trying to unseat me ...

During the 1992 presidential campaign, then Governor Bill Clinton made a campaign stop in Grand Central. He was followed by a huge press c...

As you may have noticed, I haven’t written much lately. It seems that my blog obsession has fallen by the wayside (for the time being,) an...

Tickets! Tickets Please! I shout, as I walk down the aisle collecting tickets on an early morning Metro North train. A gentleman with whi...