I had read that they would be running a special nostalgia “train of many colors” out to the 50th World’s Fair Celebration on Sunday. So we set off determined to find the train. I love when the universe is in on the plan, because we had no more than stepped off of the N at Queensboro Plaza when it pulled in. Reactions were mixed. I was like a kid in a candy store because I didn’t grow up in NYC. I don’t remember cars with handles instead of bars. My husband has been riding the subway way too long so the shine is off the apple for him, he wasn’t nearly as thrilled.
Some of the funnier moments: The man who complained to the Conductor about having to ride an old car. The Conductor told him a newer one would be along next if he wanted to step off and wait. The British couple who went on and on about how London was so progressive and NYC was backward and these subway cars were proof. The train geek who chewed the ear off of the Conductor for stop after stop in a voice that could fill Shea Stadium… who then complained about the annoying kids asking the Conductor questions.
And to the people who got on and off as part of their every day existence who didn’t even lift their heads from their phones to notice they had taken a step back in time, I hope you take the time to savor the small moments some day. They are what make life worth living, they fill in the picture with all the colors, sounds, smells and sparks that make it complete.