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What I Heard On The W Train
by Mickey Z. 12/31/2006Neighborhood: Midtown
I’m standing on the crowded Lexington Avenue subway platform, waiting for either the N or W Train to take me off the island of Manhattan. A drone-like female voice booms over the loudspeaker: “Ladies and Gentlemen, pan-handling is against the law. Please do not give to law-breakers. Please give instead to charities that support those [...]
What My Daughter Heard On The Balcony
by Yuliya Chernova 10/24/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Outer Boroughs
After my daughter was born, I spent part of each day on the balcony of our third-floor apartment in Sheepshead Bay, rocking her in her stroller. Even when chilly, we’d sit out. Just like her mama and papa when they were little in St. Petersburg, Russia, Sasha has spent much of her first year wrapped [...]
The Redhead Complainer: To Know Her Is To Be Bemused By Her
by Mickey Z. 09/16/2006Neighborhood: Midtown
Thus spoke the Redhead Complainer: “So I told him to get his own goddamned dinner.” This vivacious female who rides the N train with me regularly once appeared intriguing–that is, until I finally heard her speak. And that only happened a few weeks ago, when the subway car was particularly bustling and my fatigued frame [...]
The Love Train
by Victoria Torres 05/31/2006Neighborhood: Upper West Side
I can’t help but think about The O’Jays when I ride the C train. And not just because I used to commute back and forth from my boyfriend’s place on 105th and Manhattan to my studio on Suffolk and Houston. The C train officially became the Love Train one day four years ago somewhere between [...]
Front of the Train
by Rebecca Toby Letz 05/31/2006Neighborhood: Upper West Side
When I take the subway I like to stand in the front car and look out the window. The window is long and narrow and through it I begin to watch the moving narrative of traveling through the underground on my way to wherever it is I want to go. I must keep my balance [...]
Mole Person
by Kurt Rademacher 04/13/2006Neighborhood: SoHo
On my way down the steps I was stuck behind a man with a cane, so I missed the D train. In my head I said, “Curses,” then clarified out loud, “Not you,” to the guy with the cane. He had enough problems. I didn’t think the next train would be long, though, because it [...]
Biking through the Apocalypse
by Saïd Sayrafiezadeh 02/22/2006Neighborhood: Union Square
There is no commuter more unqualified to weigh in on the effects of the transit strike than a cyclist who lives and works in Manhattan – which is me. I have been riding a bicycle in the city for the last 12 years and have become so reliant (addicted might be a better word) on [...]
Dante’s Traveling Inferno
by Fran Giuffre 08/11/2005Neighborhood: Across the River, Multiple
Luck was on my side. The “Q” train pulled into the 34th Street station headed to Brooklyn. I was relieved, not just because I would be whisked home by the air conditioned subway train. It meant that I wouldn’t have to stand on one of the hottest subway platforms in the city, forced to breathe [...]
Subway Redemption
by Marla Lehner 07/30/2005Neighborhood: West Village
It happened on an unseasonably mild February night around 9:30 between 23rd and Christopher Streets on the No. 1 train: I fell in love all over again on the New York City subway. I was on my way home from seeing a movie alone in Times Square, a depressing Oscar-nominated flick about a woman stuck [...]
Roshomon on the 1/9 Train
by David Holbrooke 02/16/2005Neighborhood: Upper West Side
I was riding downtown on a 1 train after basketball with two of the players from the game, Nick and Tom. Tom and I are both 6-6 and had spent the previous ninety minutes beating the crap out of each other on the basketball court. We were much like the fox and the sheepdog in [...]
The Butcher Shift–a Gotham Hazing.
by C. Marisol de la Rosa 02/11/2005Neighborhood: Washington Heights
In a city that purportedly never sleeps (but does take frequent disco naps), there is a population of workers who must keep the place running while most inhabitants are in fact snoozing. Our commute begins as most are bedding down with Letterman or curling into a vodka-drenched stranger. We are the skeleton crew operating the [...]
Kind of
by David Holbrooke 02/07/2005Neighborhood: Financial District
I was riding downtown on a 1 train after basketball with two of the players from the game, Nick and Tom. Tom and I are both 6-6 and had spent the previous ninety minutes beating the crap out of each other on the basketball court. We were much like the fox and the sheepdog in [...]
