A stranger saved me from a Christmas blizzard. Now I’m stranded again No Comments Uncategorized Somewhere on that 7 a.m. Greyhound bus journey between Port Authority and Albany, I started crying. Somewhere on that 7 a.m. Greyhound bus journey between Port Authority and Albany, I started crying. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)