It's a well-established adage that NYC kids tend to grow up fast.
Still, as long as I've lived here, I don't think I've ever seen a
22-month-old kid riding the subway by himself!
That is, in fact, what happened this week when little Stuart Tito ran
away from his parents on a Queens subway platform and jumped into a
Manhattan-bound 7 train just as the doors were closing! According to
the
Daily News,
young Tito is a very curious kid and has always been fascinated by
trains. So when his parents took their eyes off him for one second,
Tito saw his opportunity and ran with it.
Thankfully, the story ends well. A woman found Stuart on the
express train, got out at the next stop and turned around to Junction
Boulevard, returning Stuart to his father. According to the reporter
at the scene, as the family returned yesterday afternoon to the
platform where he had disappeared, a 7 train roared in and Stuart, true
to form, tried to make a run for it again.
Looks like he didn't learn his lesson the first time! (Hmm. Suddenly, those
kid's leashes are sounding like a good idea...)
About MetroDad
I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
