I thought he was attacking him, but he was reaching between his legs because he’d spotted a diamond ring on the floor. He leapt toward the door and handed the ring to the frantic woman, whose face broke into a huge smile. Thirty-five minutes later, I waved goodbye to the speckled man. When I first moved to New York I was wowed with the possibilities for a dreamily inclusive future that the trains opened up. are prioritizing the wrong solutions, and I wonder if I can stand many more years of unreliable service.

Source: International New York Times December 14, 2019 19:30 UTC