January 9th, 2013

krazy koati

Where the love-light gleams

The B train does not run on Sundays. We didn't know this, or understand the signs, correctly, so we missed one perfectly good train which would have got us nearer where we needed to go before we decided to give up and get a train that'd take us to the Q train. It would also have given us the time to get something warm to drink, which bunny_hugger could really have used, unfortunately, but we all make mistakes and this was one of mine. While waiting for the connection, though, we did see one of the Special historic trains, a subway car from it looked like the 50s but I'm no expert. It was going the opposite direction, though. Someone clapped as it arrived, but he might have been applauding the violinist playing on the platform.

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But the hour wound on, and we did have to go, and he lead us partway back to the subway station when we realized we'd left without the record again. So we tried again, this time with everything, and set out for the subway station another time. Given that it was getting past 9 pm we figured we weren't going to have the time to see the store windows after all, at least this time, and we instead went to Times Square and through the long tunnels beneath to the Port Authority. We did have two rounds of things planned for New Year's Eve.

Trivia: The Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company renamed itself the Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit Corporation (BMT) in March 1923, partly to escape the stigma of the Malbone Street train crash of November 1918, which killed at least 93 people. Source: 722 Miles: The Building of the Subways and How They Transformed New York, Clifton Hood.

Currently Reading: Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human, Richard Wrangham.