Most of my attitude towards trains and train travel come from the fact that my father was a worker for the MTA. I mean, I think that every kid, especially boys, have an affinity for trains at some point in their lives; and it is not as though I consider myself an aficionado or anything like that. But I do like trains, and like millions of other New Yorkers, and like hundreds of other millions of people worldwide, I take an active interest in the way trains run, especially insofar as it affects my life on a daily basis and in that on the way to work early in the morning, one does not feel good being reminded about the extent to which one is not in control of one’s own comings and goings, so that the interruption of service is therefore even more of an insidiously nefarious force than can be apologized for in a pre-recorded, computerized voice and then forgotten.
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