Usually when the kids start with the loud music and the dancing, I turn into an annoyed geezer. This kid though earned by begrudged respect.
If you see something...
Call it Stockholm syndrom, but I got a lot of Love for the MTA, 100% sans irony. The characters! The art! The inspiration! I find myself surprised on a daily basis-and that is no small feat in this town. I also owe my life to the MTA since-besides being a voyeur-I am also a terrible driver.