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trains
Coming home from Flushing last night, we took the bus south to Van Wyck Boulevard, instead of up to Main Street and the #7, because that wasn't running into Manhattan.
As we got close, things started looking familiar. Van Wyck wasn't my home station when I was growing up, but it was only one away, and at the edge of the shopping street we used most.
So we went downstairs, planning our several routes home (to three parts of Manhattan, and one to Brooklyn). The sign said "E F". This is what the sign at Van Wyck should say, of course. I believe this deep down, because I took the E train to school every day for six years, getting on at Sutphin Boulevard. But twenty years is time for lots of reroutings, especially when new track is added. The last I'd checked, the E didn't go to Van Wyck, or Sutphin, or out to 179th on that line, it hooked up with the J near the Jamaica railroad station.
Except on weekends, now.
So we caught an E train, and rode into Manhattan. Ian got off at Lex, to make another connection that didn't exist when I was growing up, to the #6. I got off at 42nd, for the uptown A and home, absurdly pleased that the trains are doing what part of me still expects them to do, despite tracks torn down, new connections laid, and years passed.
As we got close, things started looking familiar. Van Wyck wasn't my home station when I was growing up, but it was only one away, and at the edge of the shopping street we used most.
So we went downstairs, planning our several routes home (to three parts of Manhattan, and one to Brooklyn). The sign said "E F". This is what the sign at Van Wyck should say, of course. I believe this deep down, because I took the E train to school every day for six years, getting on at Sutphin Boulevard. But twenty years is time for lots of reroutings, especially when new track is added. The last I'd checked, the E didn't go to Van Wyck, or Sutphin, or out to 179th on that line, it hooked up with the J near the Jamaica railroad station.
Except on weekends, now.
So we caught an E train, and rode into Manhattan. Ian got off at Lex, to make another connection that didn't exist when I was growing up, to the #6. I got off at 42nd, for the uptown A and home, absurdly pleased that the trains are doing what part of me still expects them to do, despite tracks torn down, new connections laid, and years passed.