My R bus didn't show yesterday morning so I instead endeavored to catch an A or F. Standing on the bus platform as cars zipped past gave me flashbacks to my youth in Chicago when I waited for trains on El platforms as traffic on the expressway roared past me and the biting winds tore through my coat and bit the tender, unwrinkled skin of my face.
At least the traffic on University Avenue is quieter than the Kennedy.
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