I haven’t done any research, but someone has probably figured out the amount of people that, at any given time, are a part of the subterranean world of New York City. We are all going somewhere. We are all on the journey towards our destination and destiny, going this way, or, that way.
The second of three posts from the city of Chicago. Chicago winters are harsh, so I am not quite sure why this is an open air station. Perhaps it was a cost decision, or, the we-can-take-whatever-winter-decides-to-dish-out Chicago-attitude. I have a feeling that it’s option “b.”