New Jersey is the state of the constant movement. This is where people identify the natal cities by exit number. Where the landscape looks strange if it is not seen through tampon train windows. Where the meals of his famous guests are served with the check as if to say: “Eat and go out”.
Well, you may want to dwell on this dinner for a moment, maybe having a cup of Joe and a slice of blueberry pie, because, Bub, you are not going anywhere quickly. New Jersey has become a rest stop of 8,700 square miles. Trains do not work, many planes are delayed or canceled and a road range is closed because of the abyss who – who knows? – could lead to a better kind of hell.
For residents of the Garden State, who normally move so much that they do not even notice the garden, the situation feels unnatural. It is an anti-Jersey. A jersey remained between the stations.
The last most devastating blow of the feeling of his still mobile ego came after midnight on Friday, while around 450 syndicated locomotive engineers were on strike for better salary.
The action of employment has closed the entire New Jersey Transit rail service, from the Shawangunk mountain buttresses to New York to the seaside city of Cape May at the most southern tip of New Jersey – including, in particular, trains in and outside the Pennsylvania station in Manhattan.
