Take a ride on a New York City subway, and see how far it goes—and read about how far it has come.
Growing up in Canarsie, Brooklyn, in the 1960s, I remember the excitement of the long subway ride (well over an hour) to W. 14th Street in “the big city.” It began with a bus ride down to the Rockaway Parkway station, the train’s starting point. In those days, some of the subway cars were still outfitted with tightly knit, yellow wicker seats, remnant cars from the 1920s, uncomfortable but so elegant. When I returned home from college, in 1978, subways were at their worst: crimeridden, graffiti-splattered, broken-down. How times have changed.