There are about fifty ways to exit and enter the Rockefeller Center subways. Many of them involve food, but this one, at 49th Street, on the west side, is the quickest way to a hot dog. If you’re underground, take the stairwell by Duane’s.
It’s a perennial image: a young woman, perhaps a student, stands on the subway platform at W. 4th Street and reads On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Her coat, veering off in another literary direction, looks like it just stepped out of Little Women.
I’m just wondering – since I have a monthly subway pass, is it going to be extended to make up for the days that the subways and buses aren’t running? If I want to pay money for a ride that goes nowhere, I’ll just pay a couple quarters for this horse ride. It was available this afternoon.
This week the TV news reported on the impact of subway cleaners laid-off to save the MTA millions: subway cars are dirtier. Duh. But I found myself riding an R Train that was clean, odorless, and unobjectionable, other than being slow.