{"id":52312,"date":"2024-07-31T01:00:52","date_gmt":"2024-07-31T05:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=52312"},"modified":"2024-07-30T10:10:51","modified_gmt":"2024-07-30T14:10:51","slug":"qotd-train-nostalgia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2024\/07\/31\/qotd-train-nostalgia\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Train nostalgia"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Nothing compares to arriving by train; you’re not dropped off in a climate-controlled center on the edge of town, but dropped in the humid middle, surrounded by machinery and steam and shouts and clangs. You don’t slide up the jetway — you schlep yourself along the platform to the stairs, you jostle and maneuver and find your place in the throng; you thread through the station, head outside — and oh, my, GOD, there it is, loud and wide and high and alive, the city. <\/p>\n

When you leave you leave with the nudge. Planes waddle to the runway then throw themselves in the air with theatrical fury. Trains nudge you out. You’re sitting in your seat; you’re still. The strange orange subterranean light fills the car; again the shouts, the clangs, the whistles, the whirr of electric carts. The doors huff shut. Conductors walk around listening to crackly voices on the walkie-talkie. You wait. Then the nudge. The train lurches forward, the wheels clank, the rhythm begins, and you’re on your way. In a few minutes you’ll clear the tunnels and see the city from below, indifferent to your departure. Clank clank<\/em> clank clank<\/em> clank clank<\/em> clank clank<\/em>. On the plane you seem to approach New York like a nest of hornets — you’re wary, circling, then you bore in. When you leave by train you simply move along, move down, move out. Old tunnels, old concrete, rusted remains, barrels, trash, then light. Then the tunnel that takes you away. Standing in Times Square it seems a hard place to leave; it seems like you’d have to fight your way past the lights and noise and commotion and crowds. You’re almost surprised when you leave with such ease, such lack of contention. There should have been a brass band, or a mob. <\/p>\n

Manhattan seems like a dream by the time you’re 30 minute down the rails. Maybe that’s why I keep going back. You’re kidding me. This is real? Gowan.<\/em><\/p>\n

James Lileks, The Bleat<\/a>, 2005-07-20.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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