Tag: 34th St.

• Arriving, Departing or Just Passing Through

  I stood hard against the tiled wall and made room for the rush of human traffic trying to pass me.  I was thinking about insanity and the blindness of powerful people to hold sacred something that once had beauty and class. Beauty and class are rare commodities these days. I was in the bowels of…

  patrickjegan

  March 16, 2015

  Blogging, Food, History, Holding onto the Past, Love, Memories, New York City, non-fiction, Real Personal History, Travels, Uncategorized, Writing About Rails

  34th St., changing times in train stations, NYC, Penn Station, soldiers, WWII