When first I came to New York City, I believed the subway served as a means of transportation.
During the two years that I have lived here, that belief has proven correct, again and again.
But I have also learned that the subway has far more uses that I ever imagined.
Some of those uses depress me. Some inspire. Many confound and amuse.
From when I got on the subway at 125th until I got off at 96th, I watched – by glances not constantly – a woman attach false eyelashes, use tweezers on her eyebrows, and apply mascara. She sat at the end of a bench and used the wall of the car as a mirror.
Not just a way to get from here to there, the subway also functions as a moving salon.
See you along the Trail.