Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Growing up in the Bronx
Lying in bed, I never thought of that train (always, in my mind, the same single train) as anything but a living and feeling creature, racing first one way and then the other in a never-ending search for something crushingly human: its mother (probably at the Simpson Street stop), a lost child, or perhaps a girl train.
Ah, more stuff about subways. Great night! Check out NYCSubway if you get a chance. Many thanks to Lisa for this and the previous!
Ah, more stuff about subways. Great night! Check out NYCSubway if you get a chance. Many thanks to Lisa for this and the previous!
