There is a certain irony in coming to Manhattan, and seeing (on Ninth Avenue and 46th Street) a van bearing the legend Harvard Maintenance.
For the first time I've been in the Port Authority in decades, I made a surprisingly efficient path from the Greyhound bus, to the NJ Transit bus gate. I had exact change for the fare, though in the event, it was a ticket machine which would have accepted plastic.
For some of the bus ride from Boston, I had planned on (at last) creating a three-hour playlist on the Archos. I had printed out the playlist, as I had created it on the desktop. Although, somehow, the 24-minute fourth movement of the Bruckner Fifth somehow appeared three times in that printout.