So we decided working for the MTA was where it’s at. I happily drive the adorable sea foam green “Old Diesel” bus (with matching shirt), of course. My brother, Matt, with passengers hitching a ride to Rockaway Beach, angrily shakes his fist at the annoying jaywalkers. And my mom, Anita, proudly drives the subway trains throughout NYC’s expansive underground (please disregard the fact that half of her train is missing…Matt, you really should’ve zoomed in closer, or I really should’ve cropped that photo ;).
Guess where we are??? Other then the obvious answer of “on pieces of NYC’s finest modes of public transportation,” we are at the NY Transit Museum in downtown Brooklyn. Twas quite fun and big and I’d recommend it if you’re into cool historic stuff. There are tons of old train cars you can walk inside with entertaining ads from that car’s time period. Old turnstiles when it was 5 cents a ride. Interesting facts on how the subway tunnels were built. A random mailbox glued shut. The MTA’s side of the story on natural and man-made disasters. This transportation system as seen through the eyes of artists (in other words, art). Vintage subway signs. And of course, pieces of NYC’s finest modes of transportation that you can take photos of yourself in.
Along with this fun excursion to Brooklyn, we also enjoyed a lovely brunch in Queens; a couple drinks in the oldest bar in Manhattan (George Washington hung out there. No big deal.); a little known subway ride to the beautiful abandoned City Hall subway station (of which is mentioned in the museum), admired while standing between subway cars; a tour of Matt’s flippin’ beautiful building he works in; an authentic delish Greek dinner in Astoria; and rounded out the night with a walk to the water for a nightly view of the Manhattan skyline. Today was a good day.