I’m beginning to think that neither I, nor anyone in my family, should ever entertain the thought of traveling farther than the corner store again - maybe not even that far.

On a recent road trip to Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania – just outside Lewisburg – to attend the high school graduation of a close family friend, we became victims of what can only be adequately described as “the trip from hell.”

I have reached the conclusion that no one in my family can ride the train and/or subway uneventfully.  No matter where we’re going, how simple and direct the route, or what time of day or week we set out to travel, something always goes wrong.  

Something.  

Always.

Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen!  It’s time for another installment of your favorite mini-thriller: Driving On L.I. – Adventures in Transit.  Just when you think you’ve seen it all, someone, somewhere, decides to go and do something so spectacularly dumb that you simply can’t believe your eyes.

My family and I recently made a trip to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. One train ride, 87 subway stops (give or take), one shuttle bus ride, an hour-long wait on a five-mile-long line in Battery Park, and one swaying ferry ride later – we arrived. 

It was about 3 p.m. We had taken a 10:04 a.m. train.