Down Deep

Maybe it's because there might be a transit worker strike tonight that made think of this: The subway is underground and is often foul.


And for all the recent efforts to tile over concrete platforms and install panels over walls, it's a relief at times to be reminded of what's really going on - - you're underground where water and soil meet and seep through from above into whatever cavern can be found, or made.

A friend at my old job understands this well. She refuses to leave the crappy place for an assignment in Manhattan because she doesn't like the subway. The bus is her preferred method of transportation.

But think of all she misses out on; the filth, grime, the foresaken, the noice, the vermen and some fat butt hairy freak like me to push her around when she's in MY way.

It's worth the price admission.