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Speaking Of Subways…

September 28, 2007

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Last month, I was lucky to score a ticket at the last minute to Williamsburg: The Musical. This NYC Fringe Festival production follows the trials and tribulations of a trust fund kid who moves to Brooklyn and falls in love with a Hasidic Jew. At the same time, an evil real estate agent is buying up many WBurg apartments and hypnotizing hipsters into zombies to help further gentrify the neighborhood.

Nice premise, eh?

Anyway, of the musical’s two best songs, one of them glorified craigslist hook-ups. The other was an ode to cramped quarters and leering glances at guys in tight pants and coeds with their existential tracts. In short: a ride on the L Train.

The chorus went, “WE TAKE THE L TRAIN. LA LA LA. LA LA LA!”

Speaking of the L train…

The NY Times City Room blog reported subway riders recently gave it a “C” for Cervice. Even though the line was treated to $17.6 million for information signs and audio, to strap hangers the improvements didn’t make the grade.

From MTA’s press release:

L riders gave ‘Sense of security in stations’ and ‘Sense of security on trains’ a C+ but gave ‘Adequate room on board during rush hour” a D+. ‘Signs in subway cars that help riders find their way’ received a B- as did ‘Lack of graffiti in subway cars’ and ‘Comfortable temperature in subway cars.’ But riders gave the L a C- for ‘Minimal delays during trips’ and ‘Cleanliness of Stations.’ ‘Reasonable wait times for trains scored a C.’

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Subway Observation

September 27, 2007

The F train’s swelter, upon entering at the Bryant Park 42nd St. stop, was worse than the usual stuffy sweatscapes one encounters in many subway stations. Steel grip poles felt like car seat warmers left on way past one’s comfort level.

Passengers’ bodies, many wrapped in work clothes, collapsed into glossy orange plastic seats after boarding. The time was a quarter after 5 p.m.; luckily the commute to Eastern Queens wasn’t a madhouse so everyone found a spot. The trade off for legroom, in this case, was crushing heat.

The train whizzed off. While someone had cracked a few windows earlier, the newfound motion didn’t provide one with much relief.

Some closed their eyes and sat with lowered heads, as if replacing the train’s yellowish fluorescent light with darkness would somehow reduce the temperature. One woman waved a Chinese fan. Still, many others on the train took a more stoic attitude. They simply stared straight ahead, but with eyes like clenched fists, riding it out.

__________________________________________________________________________ Monday, September 24, on my way to the Community Board 13 meeting