When you’re a kid and you see a train station for the first time, it is usually the biggest room that didn’t have a circus or a movie going on that you have ever seen. Union Station in Los Angeles was my first train station and it still throws me for a loop.
Irvine’s commuter station has palm trees and pop music piped in. I was here after a nice Thanksgiving dinner with my nephew.
New York stations are pretty serious.
However, reading up on the renovation of the Coney Island station is pretty interesting. The roof can pretty much power the whole thing on a sunny day.
I’m blogging in my sisters’ old bathroom because the internet wire won’t reach into the bedroom anymore. Instead of waxing more poetic about train stations, I’ll hang out with my parents. 🙂
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