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						 For 11 years, Buccino rode public 
			transportation including NJ Transit buses, Newark City Subway, 
			Hudson-Bergen Light Rail, Port Authority Trans Hudson's PATH trains, 
			the occasional NYC subway and DeCamp buses. 
			
			For five years, he wrote 
			about commuting and transit in metro New York-New Jersey for NJ.com 
			at NJ.com. 
			
    		Many of Anthony Buccino's travel pieces first appeared at
			
    		
			Buccino on NJ Voices 
			
			His transit writing earned the New Jersey Society of Professional 
			Journalists Excellence in Journalism award.  
			
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			stories, we'll surely find more for you to enjoy. 
 
		
		DeCamp Bus Driver  McGrumplesteen At Your Service Three 
		sides of the Commuter's Coins: 
		
		NY Times, March 2023: 
		
		DeCamp to End Commuter Bus Service to New York City From 
		New Jersey
 
				
				The great leveler in 
				using the one and a half mile long, 13-feet tall, 21.5-feet wide 
				Lincoln Tunnel is getting there. After you've bucked it all, you 
				find the congested helix. ... you could arrive here at 3 a.m. on 
				Easter morning and there would be a wait to pay your toll ... 
				
			 
 
			At corners, 
tourists upset pedestrian traffic flow when they stop at a light, refusing to 
cross the street simply because the walk/don't walk light says don't walk. 
 
Hey, there's nothing more I'd love to do beside complain about NJ 
Transit service. Complaining about PATH service and NJT are second only to 
complaining what to wear when I'm standing on a corner waiting for a bus at 
20-degrees or less. 
 
There are always people milling at Port Authority bus terminal. They sit around, 
read newspapers, have coffee or wait to buy a winning lottery ticket out of this 
rat race. 
 
			Repeat the 
	hot-cold-hot-cold ritual until you get to work. Now, do you wear your scarf 
	all day because your desk is near a vent? Or do you brace yourself for the 
	thermostat wars? 
 
			
			We’ll miss the way these old cars squeaked to let us 
			know when we were in a turn, or screeched as we arched a hill, then 
			rocked us gently with tired shocks as our brethren embarked and 
			debarked. 
 
			
			We suppose this world, this new world, didn't work 
			out for her. So, now she paces the platform at Branch Brook Park's 
			Newark City Subway talking both to everyone and to no one. 
 
			It's about more than the shore, 
more than the seagulls, ducks and geese that visit; about more than the people 
who leave their bustling offices and saunter outside along the ever-evolving 
shoreline of the Hudson River at Harborside and Exchange Place in Jersey City, 
New Jersey.   
 
Sometimes I look up from my work and see 
	someone staring out the window at a passing ship, or a sailboat, or icebergs 
	that pass by in the winter thaw on the Hudson River. 
 
			If you're the ferry commander, 
			do you just walk into your boss's office one day and say, 'Hey, I'm 
			tired of the same back and forth route, today I'm going to cut loose 
			and take this baby up the Hudson River,'? 
 
			
This whole beach 
			thing, changing, badges, outside shower, was alien to me. I might as 
			well have been from Wisconsin for all the time this Jersey boy had 
			spent down the shore. 
 
I learned to drive on an azure aqua 
		
		’64 
		Chevelle station wagon earlier that summer. The gas gauge never 
			worked. We never ran out of gas, but it wasn't exactly a chick 
			magnet either. 
 
		
Nightfall at the Promenade, 
the waterfall is calming, soothing, rushing, and the alley way is secluded in 
shadows. Ambient lighting entices a couple to discover a 
private kissing corner. They whirl in second thoughts upon noticing this casual 
observer.  
 
		Ashtabula in those days was a lot like 
			Mayberry on the TV show, good, hard-working people, but with a 
			different accent. They said I “tocked” funny. I said they “tawked” 
			funny. We were divided by a common language. 
 Toll booth advocates espouse the 
    logic of strategically placed roadblocks that make the highway more 
    democratic.  For one thing, toll plazas make just 
    about everyone drive at the same speed: zero. 
 
			
			Looking upstream we forget we are smack in the middle of millions of 
			people in a bustling metropolis. Lush green trees fill out the 
			banks, the water is wide and peaceful ahead of us. Pay no attention 
			to that SuperFund site buried under concrete. 
			
			
			News 
 
			
			
			The gunfire is loud and the battle action long and inspiring, proving the discipline and endurance of our armed forces then, and 
			these authentically outfitted re-enactors now.   
 
		Boola! 
Boola! Ashtabula, Ohio Collected writings referencing 
			vacations and summer visits to the northeastern Ohio city on Lake Erie. 
 
						
						
			 
			
		
		This Seat Taken? Notes of a Hapless Commuter 
		If you ever commuted to work, you'll enjoy 
reading Anthony Buccino's collection This Seat Taken? Notes of a 
Hapless Commuter about the joys and follies of getting to and from work using metropolitan public transit  to reach his news offices in Jersey City and later Midtown Manhattan. 
		 
		Years' worth of Buccino's 
				bus and rail commuting tales and observations are collected in this  
				224-page book. You should read it while you are commuting via 
				public transportation.  
 Many of Anthony Buccino's travel 
		pieces first appeared at
			Buccino on NJ Voices 
 
			
			
			While working for a national trade association, Buccino traveled to 
			many large U.S. for business, remembering mostly airports, hotels 
			and convention centers, but 
			
			
			we’re
			trying to entice him to share 
			more. 
 
			
In Jackson Square, an artist sketched my 
four-year-old daughter’s portrait in color charcoal, highlighting her red hair 
as the sun broke through the trees like a spotlight. On another trip, an artist painted 
a mystical henna tattoo on her ankles. 
 
I sit in the commander seat. The five-man crew is a loader, gunner, driver and 
assistant driver. Tankers are known to carry a sidearm in case of a Zippo event 
(lights on first strike). 
 
			But in no time at all 
				we had arrived at the top floor of the largest hotel in the free 
				world. The 
				room where Rogers spoke was formerly part of Elvis’ suite, then it was a disco. Now, a 1930s film star was about to speak. 
 
		
			
			 Voices on the Bus, 
		train, subway, sidewalk and in my head 
							
							Verse  about 
							commuting in Northern New Jersey. Feel the rhythm of 
							the rails as you travel the last days of the Newark 
							City Subway, or the PATH, and be relieved you are 
							not present to hear the Preacher Man or Mr. 
							Tourette's but do listen for the noise above the hum 
							of the wheels and turn your ear to the voices on the 
							bus, train or standing nearby on the platform.  
 
		
		
		
		
		Lake Effect: Coming of Age in Ashtabula, Ohio by Bernadette 
			Colicchio Dawson, Ted Dieffenbacher, and Dennis Steighner 
		
		
		
		ASHTABULA COUNTY, OHIO A Field Guide to the historical natural and 
		curious treasures of Ohio's largest county 
		
		
		
		
		Hidden History of Ashtabula County 
		by Carl E. Feather 
		Ashtabula 
			Harbor, Ohio – A History of the World’s Greatest Iron Ore Receiving 
			Port by Carl E. Feather 
		
		Ashtabula - Images of America by David Borsvold and Ashtabula Great 
			Lakes Marine Coast Guard Memorial Museum 
		
		Ashtabula: People and Places - Images of America 
			
		
		by Evelyn Schaeffer 
			and Richard E. Stoner 
 
		
			
			
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			Military History 
			
			 
 
			
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