Day one - missed the train....

We were lucky enough to stay with our niece and her family who lived across the river in New Jersey. We didn't realize until we arrived that for us to get into Manhattan every day, Leigh would have to drive us to and from the train. She is the reason we had the adventures we did.

We set out every morning at 8:30 and arrived at the train station at 9:00. The first morning the train was already there and as we struggled to figure out the machines, we heard the doors shut and the train pull away! In our rush, Ron ended up with two child's tickets and Bill and I couldn't make it past the mistake of entering $1.41 instead of $14.00! We were panicking because it looked like we had an hour to wait for the next train. We made enough commotion that others on the platform came to our rescue and calmly explained that there was another train in 8 minutes and we could change at Newark, Broad street and still get to our goal of Penn station. Not the only example of friendly New Yorkers coming to our rescue. We learned to carry out tourist flag high and people frequently came forward offering help and shortcuts.