We were racing up the steps to the platform. I knew it would be close.
My wife and I were trying to catch the subway in Midtown Manhattan to go to Battery Park to ride the Staten Island Ferry.
I had been to New York City one earlier time in my life, at a student convention. This was my wife’s first trip to the Big Apple. She had on a pair of shoes that were more fashionable than comfortable. I had some experience on my previous trip with subway doors closing unexpectedly in my face. I was trying to relay this bit of valuable information between my gasping breaths as I was climbing stairs about ten feet ahead of my lovely wife, who I know was shooting gamma rays at me out of her eyes ala Gort in “The Day the Earth Stood Still”( the good one in 1951 not the Keanu Reeves one).
I ran up to the train, as if waiting would keep the doors open. The doors to the subway train closed on me faster than a Budapest housewife greeting a kilt salesman. I turned to see my wife hobbling up the stairs to the platform. My gentle reminder was met with a not-so-gentle-use of English phrasing. We sat in silence for thirty minutes waiting for the next train as I shot gamma rays at her stylish shoes.
My previous experience with mis-timed subway doors was on the previous trip mentioned above. My buddy and I decided to skip the lectures one day and catch the train out to Aqueduct to watch some horse races. After a typical day at the track where we both donated money to the state of New York, we headed up to the platform to catch the train back to Grand Central Station. I went onboard to ask if this train would get us to our destination. When I was told to catch the next train, the doors closed and separated me from my buddy, who was smiling and holding up the subway map.
As the train pulled away, I could sense the pity he had for me as he was kissing the map. I was struck at the shock in the eyes of the New Yorkers. Apparently they had never seen anyone actually guffawing on a train platform.
I have had some really good experiences on trains. My wife and I traversed parts of Italy on trains and though we were oblivious to what was going on, we were having the time of our lives.
I wish train travel was easier in the United States.
This is a photo of the Wrigley Tunnel. It was built a few years after 1900. It had to be built before 1908, the first year of the Morehead & North Fork Railroad. Otherwise, the trains would have come to an abrupt halt outside of Wrigley.
I took this photo on a cold January morning on the west side of the tunnel to get the sunburst shining through the tunnel opening. I liked the effect of the fish-eye lens to capture the starburst and long shadows through the tunnel.
The Wrigley Tunnel sits west of Wrigley in Morgan County, KY. We are lucky that Rt. 711 runs through this tunnel. It is still being appreciated for its history and connection to a time long ago. I would have loved to have ridden the M &NF line from Morehead to Redwine.
I bet they wouldn’t have shut the door on my wife limping to the train in her new pair of Parisiennes.
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