Subway super hero Wesley Autrey is mourning the loss of his surrogate son.
Roy Huntley, 24, was found on a Manhattan street on Sunday with a gunshot wound to the head. Police believe he may have gotten into a fight with his attackers.
Autrey told reporters he treated Huntley “like he was my own.”
Deep underground that is. NYC the Blog provides this look at what is probably the deepest subway station in the city, the F train at 63rd and Lex.
It is a rough day when those escalators break down.
Possibly one of the worst jobs of all time. Can you imagine working in a subway platform newsstand stand? Having to deal with the degenerates of the city all day long?
The heat in the summer alone would be enough for me to throw myself on the tracks.
My biggest concern would be my health. I’m sorry, but spending 8 or 12 hours a day on the subway platform cannot be healthy.
There’s so many smells and fumes, not to mention the lead paint and asbestos.
Someone should do a health study of workers that spend 8 hours a day down there. It can’t be pretty.
The nostalgia subway train ran to Yankee Stadium for the final game, but did you know that it is also the final season for Shea Stadium? Haha. Yankee Stadium is stealing spotlight bigtime.
Anyway, the MTA is going to run the nostalgia train out to Queens for the final Mets game at Shea Stadium.
The MTA sent me a press release with the details.
Fans, along with NYC Transit officials, will board the 7 train from the 42nd Street/Times Square Station shortly after 11 a.m. and arrive at Willets Point/Shea Stadium at around 12 noon. A fitting way to pay tribute to the long standing stadium and the train that serviced it for 44 years.
Upon arrival at Willets Point, fans will be greated jams from the MTA’s Music Under New York program. Yeah, Willets Point isn’t “under ground” but whatever, the music will be good.
So if you’ve never had a chance to ride the nostalgia train, now’s you chance. Actually, it is probably the best time to hit because it is cool outside. The nostalgia train has no air conditioning, so riding in the summer is a very sweaty experience.
For the first time, I noticed that the MTA finally installed new fluorescent light bulbs in the track tunnels of my subway line.
My train was stopped midtunnel because of train traffic, and one of those single, white bulbs was just outside the window. They even replaced the blue marker bulbs (that indicate power cutoff points).
Compact fluorescent bulbs replaced conventional incandescent light in tunnels because the compact bulb design fit the same sockets. Compact bulbs offer the same benefits as longer fluorescent light tubes and have increased tunnel lighting 500 percent with just a modest power increase of 11 percent. What’s more, since each compact fluorescent bulb consumes four-to-six times less energy than an incandescent bulb, the compact bulb yields 1,300 fewer pounds of carbon dioxide emissions over its lifetime of 7,500 to 10,000 hours. Overall, station and tunnel lighting upgrades have made stations and tunnels brighter, safer, more secure, and more comfortable, and save NYC Transit $4.8 million a year.
Wow…$4.8 million is pretty insane considering all they did was replace lightbulbs. Think of the efficiencies that could be found elsewhere.
And when you think about it, the old bulbs lasted 750 hours before they burned out (31 days). The new bulbs last up to 10,000 hours. That’s over a year!
So there’s a big savings just in the cost of paying a person to go around and replace the tunnel bulbs.
The new ones fit right into the regular screw in sockets. The tunnels are noticeably brighter too.
Ok, so yeah I know I just wrote an entire post about lightbulbs. It was a slow day. But hey…you just read it.
This is a second-hand story that I will retell now. I’m sure many of you will be able to relate.
I was speaking to a lady friend the other night, and she was telling me how she hates heavy nose breathers on the subway.
She’s not very tall. Average height I guess. However, when she’s in a crowded train in front of a taller guy, she often finds herself under his nose.
Not all up in his biznass, but close enough that they are literally breathing down her neck. Some of them apparently breath out of their noses like they just got finished running the marathon.
I’d say that ranks up there in the grossness meter. I don’t think I would be able to have some big dude breathing on my neck or head for an entire ride.
I haven’t experienced this myself, but I guess it is pretty common.
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Tonight marks the closing of the “House that Ruth Built” up in the Bronx. To help celebrate, the MTA rolled out the nostalgia train.
The four-car “Nostalgia Special” is scheduled to leave Grand Central-42nd Street at approximately 6 p.m., arriving at 161st Street-Yankee Stadium about 30 minutes later. The cars, originally operated by the Interborough Rapid Transit system, began service in 1917 and it is possible that at least one of them carried fans to the game on the first opening day. WCBS
In all likelihood, very few major Yankee fans took the nostalgia train to the game. The stadium opened today at 3pm. Fans were there insanely early today for the experience. Getting to the stadium at around 6:40ish would probably be later than most fans wanted to be there.
A guy who does a dead on impression of the “subway door closing” tone. (Just when you thought you’ve seen it all.)
Happy Friday everyone.
I saw it with my own eyes. My jaw dropped to the ground.
I’m sure you’ve seen a homeless person with a stack of used MetroCards standing at a turnstile swiping away in hopes to find a card with a ride still left on it. I do applaud them for trying to be legal about getting in the subway. Have to hand it to them there.
However, today I saw an MTA cop just let a guy in because he was tired of seeing the guy swipe (not the guy pictured above).
It wasn’t even that busy. The cop said, “You know what, just stop. Come through.”
With that, he opened the emergency door and let the guy through.
An act of kindness, perhaps. However, if anyone else did that, he’d take pleasure in writing them a summons.
The bottom line was he was just tired of hearing that high pitch ring of the cards being denied.
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