Except that, fortunately, I missed it.
Yesterday evening's steam pipe explosion in Midtown caused all sorts of chaos and weirdness here. It happened just before 6pm at Lex and 41st, exactly the time and almost the place I pass daily on my way to Grand Central to catch the subway home.
But I worked from home yesterday, so I was safely tucked up in my little apartment in SpHarlem and luckily avoided the raining poo of underground hot sludge.
Minor inconvenience this morning - no subway trains stopping at Grand Central, so I just hopped off at 51st and walked down to 44th/2nd to work. No prob. We're due for torrential downpours this afternoon, so the evening walk probably won't be as pleasant.
At any rate, Shorty is alive and well and still working in Midtown Manhattan, steam-pipes from Hell or not.