http://www.nytimes.com/2016/09/26/nyregion/new-york-tonight-bridgegate-presidential-debate-lincoln-tunnel.html 2016-09-27 00:51:57 New York Tonight: The First Debate and More Testimony About the Bridge Scandal What you need to know about the presidential debate, the continuing George Washington Bridge drama and a collision in the Lincoln Tunnel. === Good evening on this rain-ready Monday. This is New York Tonight, a brand-new evening roundup of the day’s most important New York stories. Tell us what you think at Sigh. The workweek for many commuters got off to a shaky start. Two New Jersey Transit buses heading into the city collided More than forty people were injured, but luckily, the worst case was a broken jaw. And speaking of drama related to Hudson River crossings, all eyes are (still) on the George Washington Bridge. David Wildstein, the confessed mastermind behind the 2013 lane closings, The former official from the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey testified that he and other members of New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie’s inner circle And they had deliberately decided to do so during the first days of school. “The purpose was to create as big a traffic jam as possible,” Mr. Wildstein said. We leave you, now, with enough time to get home, get in your pajamas, heat up that dinner or popcorn and settle onto the couch to watch the The face-off between As if the supersize audience of nearly 100 million viewers isn’t enough, Here’s everything you need to know • • • • • • • • ‘ The air conditioning on the arriving downtown No. 6 train was working just enough that a smattering of straphangers was visible through the window. Stepping in after ten minutes waiting on the steamy Astor Place platform, and with my 3-month-old strapped to my chest, I didn’t dare make a dash for the next car. Instead, we grudgingly eased ourselves into a seat by the door. “You look hot.” I glanced up to find a young woman, dare I say a millennial, dressed in a white maxi dress and gold strappy sandals. “Yes,” I said, blowing air onto my baby’s flushed face. “Let me help you,” she said, moving from her seat across the car. “I’m switching at the next stop,” I said in an attempt at a polite refusal. From her bag, she produced an iPhone and a four-inch fan blade, everything white like her dress. She plugged the fan into the phone’s charging slot. As it came to life, she turned the gentle breeze toward my baby. “I’ve never seen one of those,” I said. “I just got it at Duane Reade,” she said. “I thought it was a joke.” The beads of sweat forming across her brow and upper lip threatened her perfect hair and makeup, but her only apparent concern was my son. “Thank you,” I said. “He’s adorable,” she said, but offered no other small talk, swiveling the fan between him and me all the way to Bleecker Street. “I’m moving to the next car,” I said as the train came to a stop. I looked back to thank her again, expecting her to follow my move. She was still sitting, eyes closed, finally taking her turn. Read