Tag Archive: Subway


NYC subway like no other

It always starts this way.

“Excuse me I hate to bother you.” Then why are you? “I’m two chapters away from completing my book.” That’s a new one. “I am writing about homeless black Muslims. I am a homeless black Muslim man.” Shocked I tell you, I am shocked. “I just need $20 for some turkey bacon, pancakes, and eggs for my wife and I. If you don’t have cash I have Cash App.” WHAT?

Of course there was more. He loves everybody. Blacks, whites, Asians. Christians, Atheists. How do I know this? He only told us about 5 times in the time it took to go from 86th St to 72nd St on the Q train.

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New York Daily News, February 7th, 2019

FULL TEXT:

L train riders and transit workers continued to be canaries in the MTA’s coal mine Wednesday.

Three MTA workers had to be hospitalized after hours spent inhaling the same sickening stench that caused a brief shutdown the day before.

The workers fell ill from the heavy fumes — and later on, Transport Workers Union Local 100 officials began distributing masks to station agents.

“They’re telling them the smell is still here. Some guys are saying, I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded,” a subway source said. “Another person is saying, ‘It’s making me nauseous.’”

State Department of Environmental Conservation officials Wednesday found water with “sheens” that seeped into the subway, giving off a smell an agency spokeswoman called “aged petroleum odors.” MTA officials believe it’s heating oil.

The gas smell seemed to hit riders the hardest between the Graham Ave. and Grand St. stops, lingering through to the Bedford Ave. station.

Despite the all-clear to start service back up Tuesday, riders and transit workers were still being affected by the stink overnight and through Wednesday.

“It’s scary,” said Joe Vincent, 55, a bartender from Williamsburg, Brooklyn. “Gas like this, you don’t know what it’s going to do to you.”

Gillian Lavictoire, 33, who was with her 5-year-old daughter at the Graham Ave. station, said it was an awful smell, though it’s dissipated over the previous couple of days.

“If it’s a health and safety matter, they should shut it down,” she said.

Ralph Russo, who lives across the street from the Graham Ave. station entrance, said he was unable to sleep in his street-facing bedroom. He thought the gasoline-like smell was unsafe.

“I had to lock the doors and sleep in the living room,” Russo, 77, said. “It was terrible. I couldn’t deal with the smell.”

One TWU station agent working at Graham Ave. bought his own mask after he began to feel ill on duty, a Local 100 source said.

A train conductor was also witnessed wearing a paper mask while on duty.

“It’s terrible,” he said.” I got a headache.”

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“You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.”

Getting off at 86th Street a young Japanese girl playing the violin. She stands by the stairs with her tiny violin and the case is open on the ground. Today it was filled with dollar bills. The last time I saw her it was empty. She plays fast, always the same music, or type of music and over by the wall an adult is watching over her. She never smiles, in fact her facial expression is rather unpleasant, like she doesn’t want to be there.

Too many people. The Q was supposed to make my life easier and reduce crowding on the subway. It doesn’t seem to have worked. I had to wait for a second train because the first was too crowded.

Man with a red bike. Not a folding one a regular one. Which leaves me with the question why take the subway when you have a bike? I know it was cold but I saw other people riding their bikes. If I had a bike I would ride it every chance I got.

Twin girls about 7 years old wearing matching fur leopard prints hats with ears and matching pink coats. One of the girls had matching mittens (to the hat), grey tights and bright blue and pink sneakers. The other girl had pink gloves, pink tights, and pale pink Mary-Janes.

On the subway

There is no place like New York and nothing like the NYC subway system. I have determined there are three types of people that talk to me on the subway.

There are the people who ask for money. From what they say, none of them do drugs, none of them drink, all have suffered some unimaginable tragedy and can’t get government assistance.

There are the people asking me for directions. “Do I look like Google maps?”

There are the people offering to help find your train, this is usually followed by a request for money, so they could fall into the first category. What is really annoying is some of them feel they need to lead you to the correct train and “STOP TOUCHING ME”. I should get a medal for not stabbing people.

Then there is your random crazy person, like the tall skinny black man that told me I was “a white whore and you’re going to die of AIDS and cancer.” And the woman who offered me oral sex. She was convinced I would love it and I was just, “Ew no, germs.” Like I said, I should get a medal.

Do you remember the dress?

It was a while ago. Not a super long time but not recent. What color is the dress? It went viral as they say, to the point that a scientist wrote an article about why some people saw one color and some saw another. Even though much attention was brought to it, I never paid it much attention.

One day this week, on the subway, I was standing next to this woman, she was talking to a girl that was sitting down looking at her phone. It looked like mother daughter, so that’s how I’ll write it. The daughter asked her mother to look at a picture on her phone, the first time it was too dark, so the girl adjusted something and showed it to her mother again. I glanced down, it was ‘the dress’. “What color is it?” the daughter asks, “Blue and black” the mother says, the daughter agrees. I looked at the exact same image as the woman, I saw a white and gold dress.

MIND. BLOWN.

The “N” train

A long time ago I was posting Subway pictures. Many of the stations in NYC have decorative tile work and I was going down the different subway lines taking pictures. I got tired of riding back and forth after a while and decided to take a break. In the meantime, I was also trying to find a way to get to work without going through GCT. I discovered I could take the Green train to 59th Street and change to the Yellow (N or Q, not the R) train to Queensboro Plaza, then take the Purple train to Vernon-Jackson. It is rather interesting that even though this route takes me past my office and so I have to back track, the time is the same.

0421 Subway NQR 0211The first time I changed at 59th Street, I walked up to stairs and saw this. The whole, I guess you would call it a lobby area, is wall murals, done entirely in tile.

Beautiful designs, trees with red branches against a blue sky, little yellow tea cups spewing white steam, and in the steam quotes. Big yellow tea cups from floor to ceiling and shoes. Red, blue and green pumps with bows tied with yellow ribbons, and the ends of the ribbons are loose and floating, creating more intricate designs as they float around the walls. Whoever was commissioned to design this has an obsession with pumps. I realized I had to photograph this, the pictures are below. As always, click on them to see them full size.

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Back to hell er my commute


The next stop is 59th Steet. A little better shape then the previous station. I have used this station, there is a library near here that I have been to.
There is some pretty tile here.

And a newstand and most importantly,

Not only can you transfer to an express here, you can change directions. There is a tunnel under the track. If you realize you are going uptown and need to go downtown, you can walk to the other side and not have to pay again. I would prefer to run across Lexington in front of 50 speeding cabs before I would walk through this tunnel. But this is the Evil Green Train or the Train From Hell, so why would I walk under it?

The reason this post was so long in coming is this: after I took all the pictures I noticed some shoes at this station, but they weren’t in the photos I took. It was perplexing, but I figured it out, when I took the pictures I was on the local, I take the express to work and that is when I saw the shoes. The reason I couldn’t get a picture before tonight was because the green is always so crowded (every day!) that I couldn’t take pictures from the train and since I was on my way to work I couldn’t get off and wait. Today I went down to the express platform and took these picture.

Since I live in the city, I still take the train when I want to go somewhere. Sunday I was hanging with a friend, we ended up at Port Authority, after getting shakes at Shake Shack (caramel, so good) where we parted ways. I now had two choices, either get on the shuttle to GCT or walk down 42nd Street. Through about 6 billion tourists, all the tourists in the world were in Time Square on Sunday. That may be an exaggeration. Saturday I bought this nifty bag and in my bag I had my camera.

These pictures were taken inside Port Authority, on the Subway side of it, not the bus side. I don’t know if these circles mean anything, I just thought they were pretty.

Photo opportunities


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