It's Too Late Baby, Now, It's Too Late

How I would have loved a Second Avenue Subway when I lived on Second Avenue.

I suppose learning all those bus routes was character-building. And sometimes when I was taking the 34th St crosstown I would just get off on the spur of the moment to buy particularly tempting takeout or see a movie solo. That was fun.

But not as fun as having a subway option when it's snowing. Or raining. Or 100 degrees out. Or a gridlock day...