Without a handrail or stick to squeeze onto, we stayed honest by being pulpy adult opposite my associate commuters.
The sight began moving, and we whirred past 66th, 59th and 50th Streets. Pulling into a 42nd Street Station, a intercom crackled to life.
“Gooooood morning, ladies and gentleman,” a sight user said. “Welcome to Times Square, or as we like to call it, a heartbeat of New York City. If we can make it here, we can make it anywhere, maybe with a send to a 1, 2, 7, A, C, E, N, Q, R, or W.”
The chest of each chairman nearby me seemed to bloat with laughter. We contingency not have been as congested in as we thought.
— Kristi Boyce
‘You’ll Be Back’
Dear Diary:
My sister and we spent several days in New York for a holidays. On a final night in town, we motionless to go behind to a Turkish grill we had eaten during a night before. We had another glorious meal, and were served by a same waiter.