On the Hudson Line this past weekend, every station had a couplet. The faraway, soulful voice of a lyrical conductor announced each town in rhyme, and Peekskill had more lines than the rest. They went:
If you’re going to Peekskill
You’re in for a thrill
That’s the next request we’re going to fill
If you actually want to read about the rain (and future sun), you can do so at the site here. If you prefer to listen to Elvis Costello singing “When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy” from Twelfth Night with the accompaniment of saxophonist John Harle, you can hear about how the rain it raineth every day. And a hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
Breaking: There’s suddenly an inordinate amount of spiders in both the Peekskill and the Croton-Harmon stations, says a tipster and fellow bleary commuter. This has been independently confirmed by Peekskill Rocks!. And they’re big.
We should befriend them, however: According to Discovery News, “Spidey Silk Can Actually Halt a Train.” Maybe that’s why the morning trains to Poughkeepsie are always running late? Developing.
If you’ve got further evidence of arachnids on the platforms (or indeed any wildlife–geese, foxes, or butterflies, for instance), please send it our way.
Brunette on Brown st. Peekskill – m4w (Brown st)
You were wearing a nice dress, wedges , shoulder length dark hair and walked down Brown st around 5:30 on Thursday. Then you went into the brick building