In which a suburban native son, a citizen born of East Summit's Deantown, now an older suburban father, now a daily traveler on the old Morris & Essex, returns to the western reaches of Union County and offers discursive ramblings after a 30-year sojourn away in Gotham, Europe and Asia.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Ship's Manifest
The rear of the train has been the place to be this school-holiday week. The two weeks prior (the last in March and first in April) the train was over crowded, with many standing and all seats taken by Newark or, certainly, Secaucus. But now it's out-of-school week, families are off on holiday and the passenger manifest has dwindled somewhat. You see it and feel it when the 8:48 pulls in from Chatham and Madison and points west. There's more air, and sometimes an entire 3-seat bench is empty in the rear car. This leads me up different stairs -- original Penn Station (1910-1963), with brass railing -- to the Queens-bound E each day, at the 8th Avenue end, instead of the more usual 1-2-3/N-R at the 7th Ave. side.
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