So a travlin I will go. Ends of the earth for my craft. More on that in another post. The day started off just like most, with a train ride into the city. Grand Central Terminal is the crossroads of the planet, although that is what "they" call Times Square. I call Times Square the armpit of the city. Perhaps the butt crack of the tri-state area? Maybe just the jock itch of the high school prom. All I can say is the carpets are really dirty.