Homeless man smoking In 45th Street Station. We'll cut him some slack.
Oreo packet, rip'd open and crush'd on the subway floor. Tragic. —for the kid in all of us
Brooklyn-bound N train, Thursday evening. Leaving Ditmars Boulevard, End of the line, He slouches through the doors from the next car Like a gunslinger into a quiet saloon. Angry and blond under a straw fedora, Jaunty beach towel around the shoulders Of his Cuban shirt, Belligerent hips thrust forward, Hand
The never-agains are starting to come thick and fast. I realized already that I may have eaten at our favorite Greek restaurant, Aliada, for the last time. But just now I realized that I will never again buy a 30-day MetroCard.
He's highstepping up the subway stairs ahead of me—tall, soda-straw thin, hair cut Ivy League style and slicked back on top, long sideburns curving to points near the corners of his mouth—back rigid, knees rising and falling in a bizarrely quick clockwork rhythm. Tight black denim
A sign at my local subway stop warns me that the station is managed by one Crythen Langhorne. Every time I see this sign, I feel as if I have somehow wandered into New Crobuzon. And I check the track bed for nasties, just in case.
Speaking of which, I have a subway-tracks story of my own, though I was no hero, believe me. I had lived in New York only about two years when I let someone do something stupid. It was late at night and I was waiting for the train on a thinly
This brief article from the New York Times begins by asking who hasn't thought about what you'd do if you fell onto the subway tracks. I've certainly wondered, and more to the point I've wondered what it would be like to press
My subway reading the past couple of days has been the Bruce Sterling collection Globalhead. This morning I was sailing right through—until I decided to change things up and take a different route to work. When I hopped onto the 6 train downtown, I entered the flow of a
No power until next week? So says Gothamist. Jesus!
When you call ConEd today, they'll report an 8% voltage reduction in northwestern Queens. In our bit of Astoria, though, it's more like 8% voltage period. For a couple of days now, throughout the heat wave, our power has flickered from time to time. We had
I forgot to report my Friday subway adventure! Friday afternoon I left the office at 4:45, but I didn't make it home until nearly 7:00 pm. Seems most all of the underground subway lines leading into Queens were flooded in the thunderstorms. My usual 6 station
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