| My mom had several doctors in Manhattan. When she had an appointment, shed prefer to drive into the city(much to my chagrin when I got my license and she wanted to go to the city. I HATE driving in Manhattan-and I learned there) my dad would come out on the IRT to meet her, and he would drive in the rest of the way. That way he could watch us while she/had her appointment. Typically, hed come out to 33rd/Rawson St on the Flushing Line, which was convenient for a pick up, and to the 59th St bridge, which is how they went in, since the doctors were on the upper east side. Dad got this shot of a Main St bound train on the opposite side, as a Times Sq bound train approached in the distance. |