Desperately Seeking the L Train
I love the L train.
Not because I used to see a boy who lived in Greenpoint, not because I live on the A line, but because its so egalitarian. And air conditioned. And shiny. And tells me what time it is without my having to dig through my bag, looking for my cell phone.
It is because the L train is so friggin great that they’ve decided to fuck with it, using it as the testing grounds for conductorless service. I guess its a natural choice, but I’m still not happy – the L train, unavailable on weekends, means only two things; a sweltering walk across an often smelly avenue or (ew) adventures on the M14. I haven’t once been on this bus without the pleaure of at least one colicky baby.
But as much as I have complained, I really can’t. Is it just me, or are trains running better than ever? And hey, shouldn’t we not be sad that the L is (momentarily suspended-slash) over, but happy that its happened?