|Hey, Cuomo -- no drinking in |
Well, technically, it was the second train. Gov. Andrew Cuomo and a couple hundred of his well-heeled friends rang in 2017 at the stroke of midnight by riding from 96th to 72nd -- none of whom ever stepped in a subway station before, and never will again.
|Or eating, either!|
Things were a little different for regular shlubs the next day. No local cheeses, charcuterie -- what you or I call salami -- or "winter crudite" for us. (The only "winter crudite" I know of is the frozen dog shit in the middle of the sidewalk in February.)
|Funny, I didn't see any of Cuomo's pals in line with us.|
Commuters who still haven't had their morning caffeine IV-drip will be startled to see Chuck Close's iconic portrait of Philip Glass greeting them inside the 84th St. entrance. Anyone who doesn't recognize him probably will probably wonder, Why do they have a picture of the guy I just saw asking for spare change? Perhaps this will inspire his next composition, Einstein on the Subway.
Whatever sense of decorum there had been among the crowd dissipated when we got to track level. Everyone dashed to the car closest to them as if they were in a remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. My wife and I snagged a couple of seats, and waited patiently as the car continued to fill up. When an announcer welcomed us onboard and congratulated us for riding the inaugural Second Avenue Subway train, we all cheered.
|Wait, we paid $2.75 to see a clean station?|
But just to remind us that this was the New York subway and not a magic coach to the land of Oz, we pulled into 72nd, and remained there for 15 minutes. The announcer apologized for the delay, blaming it on the usual "traffic congestion up ahead."
|And only a century in the making.|
"How the hell can there be traffic congestion," I demanded of my wife, "when we're on the first train out of the station?" Before she had a chance to reply -- like she really cared to -- I remembered that the Second Avenue Subway was merely an extension of the Q line, and not a line unto itself... which explained another delay at 63rd.
Once we finally got going for good, we stayed on until Canal Street, where we had errands. What should have been an 18-minute ride lasted an hour. It's nice to see the new train taking part in a New York tradition so quickly.