When I was a kid, Pennsylvania Station was a glory of NYC. The ceiling of the waiting room soared 148 feet high. Sun poured in through huge windows. In 1963 it was demolished to make way for the new Madison Square Garden.
Its replacement, situated under the arena, was horrible. The ceilings were low, it was crowded, dismal and a maze of confusing, dark corridors.
The brand-new Moynihan Train Hall is a breath of fresh air. Situated in what was NYC’s main post office, the station returns to light, air and space. And a great clock.
Now, I just need to go somewhere.
