Leaving me

Here is the subway stop at 42nd nowadays.

Here is how it was in ’86.

Notice any difference?

Let’s imagine you have now taken the shuttle from Times Square.

I won’t show a pic or provide a link, but the $14 caviar sandwich at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central has just been taken off the menu.

If, like me, you know the Oyster Bar, this is a time to weep, deeply, with the blithering nostalgic intensity of a former dyed-in-the-wool commuter.

Speaking of which I almost died in the subway station at Times Square 8 years ago.  I felt I was leaving myself, but then, I stayed.

It’s been a long road back.

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