...is the shit.
I'm dragging home a giant wardrobe from The Container Store in about 50 pieces, which I probably paid too much for, and I'm waiting for my train to take me back home, and I see the light shining and then, lo and behold, I see it.
The new N.
Bursting into the light like a beacon of freedom.
(My friend once wrote an e-mail to me about seeing the new 2 train glide into the station at 96th street on a hot summer day, and the words he used were powerful and hilarious at the same time. And I totally thought he was exaggerating...until today. It's really a great moment when a new subway car arrives when you least expect it.)