I was little, but I was there. It was like the grand palaces in the story books I was reading. Vast. It was vast. Went on forever. Corinthian columns that soared to the clouds. A sky of glass overhead, and so many people.
All kinds of people.
A sea of them quickly going this way, and that. Voices that thundered overhead announcing trains. Uniformed porters newspaper stands full of comic books. Rich ladies with small dogs...as in a New Yorker cartoon.
All this, and sound of trains bellow. The rumble beneath my feet my mother tugging me along. That was my Penn Station.