Senator Chuck Schumer

The day started as usual, with not much excitement. Especially as it was Monday, the probably most dreaded day of the week. What made it memorable, is that over the weekend weather turned colder, more in tune with the season, and the morning ride became much, much colder. In fact, when I arrived in Hornell, I think I was suffering from a mild case of hypothermia. It took me almost all morning to get my frozen limbs back to normal.

While I don’t want you to think visits from high ranking elected officials are common occurrences in Hornell, lately we have been blessed with an army of politicians and reporters from local and national news. This time it was Senator Chuck Schumer, who came to congratulate us on the apparent win of the Amtrak high speed trains contract. It was sure nice of him to come over, but in all honesty, it sounded a bit like he was tapping himself on the back. Even though he was standing in from of few hundred employees, he was clearly talking to the news reporters. Our craft workers, in their red and yellow vests were merely a background for this pre-election event. He wasted no time at the office, after a quick photo opportunity shaking hands with the hard working men, he jumped in his Cadillac and left for the nearby airport to catch his private jet. I missed my chance to ask him about his cousin, Amy…

One of the members of his entourage, an older gentleman in a wheelchair got stuck in our elevator. Keep in mind, it’s only supposed to be used to list heavy equipment between the stories, not people. Management caused the problem by allowing people to travel in the freight elevator. Management stood helpless, staring at the guest, shameful and unable to fix the problem. Fortunately, the minimum wage maintenance guy had just the tool (screwdriver) and knew where to stick it to shortcut the circuit at the right moment.

The day ended quick, as I had a randez-vous with yet another official. This time it was a Judge in the township of Rush. I’ve been summoned to appear before him and confess to the wrong-doing from three weeks ago. At that time, I’ve been traveling south on I-390 and per Officer Meadow at a rate of speed exceeding the allowable 65 mph. The fact that I was indeed driving too fast did not stop me from saying out loud: „Not guilty”. That is apparently the only way to get to the next stage of the game called Public Justice. The Judge acknowledged and his clerk recorded my statement. Since the District Attorney wasn’t present, he had no choice, but to set up a date for me to meet him in a month. Hopefully, I’ll be able to negotiate a good deal. I’ll keep you posted…