I remember a lovely November day about, oh, one month ago, when I rode the 1 train all the way to the Staten Island Ferry stop. My children were visiting, and they wanted to see the city from the water, so I suggested we take the free ferry ride instead of that god-awful Circle Line or that tourist-filled Liberty Ferry. It was so easy to get down there—just one quick train ride. It was marvelous. And now, like the original Penn Station, it’s only a distant memory.
Youngsters, please listen to me: take nothing for granted. You truly do not know what you have until it’s gone.