On this installment of Uncle Happy stumbles around town I went to Grand Central Station. Whadda place! As the old radio show sez,...
"As a bullet seeks its target, shining rails in every part of our great country are aimed at Grand Central Station, heart of the nation's greatest city."
"Drawn by the magnetic force of the fantastic metropolis, day and night, great trains rush toward the Hudson River, sweep down its eastern bank for one hundred and forty miles, flash briefly by the long red row of tenement houses south of 125th street, dive with a roar into the two-and-one-half mile tunnel which burrows beneath the glitter and swank of Park Avenue, and then--"
"Grand Central Station! Crossroads of a million private lives! Gigantic stage on which are played a thousand dramas daily!"
Imagine I rode walked, and in a stones haze have wandered through those great marble halls all my life!
The Emerald City...what a Town!
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