Today, on how to take tragic events and make them about yourself: Last night, an amtrak train going from DC to NYC crashed outside Philly, killing 6 people. I used to take this very train on the regular when visiting Augie’s family. This morning, in Midtown, on 37th and 8th, a man was attacking people with a hammer and subsequently was shot by police. I used to constantly walk this block, in and out of rehearsal in 520 8th ave. I feel both of these things viscerally. When you no longer live somewhere, does some part of you continue to occupy the space you once were? Feel the things that happen there? But I was not there. Thoughts / prayers with the people who actually were.